Chen Sheng patted the white tiger's head.
"Don't run around."
"The people here are about the same as me."
"If you get caught and stewed by someone, I won't be able to save you."
Chen Sheng warned the white tiger in a calm tone.
As soon as he spoke,
The white tiger instantly lay down on the ground, shivering with fear.
Shen Ziming laughed.
Although the temperament had changed a bit,
His behavior was still the Chen Sheng he remembered.
The two entered the room.
The smell of fresh wood entered their noses.
Chen Sheng looked around.
In the room, there was only one bed, one table, one chair, and one wardrobe.
Although they looked new, they were extremely simple.
"How do you live here?"
Chen Sheng exclaimed with amazement.
"Just make do, as long as it's livable."
Shen Ziming had never been too particular about where he lived.
"You wait for me."
He opened the wardrobe, took out a spare blanket, and spread it on the floor.
"Are you planning to stay here or?"
