Daoist Wang had just entered the house when he heard a cheer from an unfamiliar female voice.
"Haha! The boss is back!"
"Dad! Mom! Boss has brought back a newcomer!"
Wang Jixuan turned the corner and saw the spacious workshop.
A 'surgical table' was placed in the center, surrounded by a dozen various precision instruments.
Everything here was for Lingtong's service.
The second floor was probably the living area, behind the railing, a skinny girl in blue overalls and wearing repair gloves was chattering excitedly.
The only door to the second floor's living area opened and an elderly couple with gray hair peeked out, waving eagerly at Wang Jixuan.
Wang Jixuan waved back.
Lingtong walked to the right side of the surgical table with two boxes, pushed open a simple iron door, revealing a simple room.
"Can you live here?"
Lingtong said softly,
"My room is next door where I usually rest."
Wang Jixuan immediately nodded, took his suitcase, and began to organize the room simply.
