"I understand, Mr. Mingyuan, you want me to go undercover."
After arriving at Duan Mingyuan's home, Jiuyue watched quite a few movies.
Mr. Mingyuan worked during the day, and she had nothing to do, so she'd run to the living room and watch every disc in his collection, sitting on the sofa every morning after breakfast, and the day would quickly pass.
Undercover was a quite dangerous occupation, living every day with one's heart in throat, and once the identity was exposed, the consequences were unimaginable. Each time Jiuyue saw such plots, her tail would tense up and puff out.
"This is really too dangerous!"
Jiuyue said gravely, "Each action must wait until after dark, facing vile and fierce spirits, you've seen them yourself, their appearance alone could give children nightmares."
Watching the serious expression of the little fox, Duan Mingyuan helplessly rubbed his forehead.
