Qin Mu didn't know how he had managed to leave his master's room unscathed, but first, he checked his own parts. Thankfully, thankfully, they were all still there. He had truly been scared to death just now.
Returning to his own small room, just then his phone rang. Because he was poor, his Nokia was the oldest and most outdated model, good only for making calls; playing games to pass the time was out of the question.
"Hello? Is that you, little brother?"
"Brother, are you asleep? I have some tasty batteries for you, all of them are the latest products, and they're really expensive, super delicious."
Rong Mu's cheerful voice came through, bringing with it news of good food. Each time he found something tasty, he would always share it with his brother, since his brother was too poor, and as his younger sibling, it was only right to look after him.
