Just when Qin Shiqi was happily doing the dishes.
Tang Qing walked out of the door with his non-existent "backpack".
Even though it had been a long time, Tang Qing still resented the system for having such a huge, or rather gigantic space, yet not providing a personal item storage service. The high cost of storage was completely ignored by him as he thought it should be free. A million RMB a day, was he crazy?
He left the neighborhood.
Tang Qing dialed Liu Qian's number.
Regardless, the fact that Liu Qian had helped enhance his uncle's face was undeniable and he had some other matters to inform Liu Qian about.
Liu Qian was practicing Taiji in his backyard when he saw that the call was from Tang Qing, he gestured to the monkey on the side to hand him the phone immediately.
Liu Qian didn't dare to dawdle.
"Haha, Little Tang, good morning."
"Morning, Uncle Liu, thank you for donating supplies to my uncle's office." Tang Qing thanked him.
