Night.
Mengmeng slept soundly, the apocalypse was really unfair to infants; even if they truly wanted to survive, they couldn't move or protect themselves and only became food for the zombies.
Mengmeng was lucky; she had a great mother and was fortunate to have Lin Fan pass by, and fortunate that Lin Fan was a kind person.
A table, a desk lamp.
Adjusting the brightness of the light.
Studying seriously how to become a qualified real estate agent.
No matter what job it was, it required effort.
He had never worked in real estate, how to start a conversation or how to introduce a property to clients were not things he could just improvise without understanding.
After a long time.
Awoken by hunger, Mengmeng cried softly; it was already midnight. While holding Mengmeng, he mixed the formula. He had never done the job of a milk father before, and although he was a bit at a loss at the beginning, he gradually got used to it and felt it was okay.
