Feeling drowsy, the lazy sofa next to him became twice as alluring, as if someone was taking his hand and leading him to sleep for a while.
The feeling was so strong that Huang Ping almost got sucked in but finally managed to wrest himself free.
Rushing out the door, he closed the door to the personal rest room and then reflected on how one should not enter it carelessly—otherwise, it was too easy to never come out.
Looking around again, he noticed that many new and mysterious little items had appeared all over the office.
The company's printer had been replaced with a new one, everyone's notebooks had been replaced with new ones, and even the ballpoint pens had become new.
Even Sanmiao had its own toy; a beautiful cardboard box that was just the right size to contain its liquid-like body, allowing it to comfortably lie inside.
But seeing these items, Huang Ping felt it was not a good sign.
