Modern times, Sang Family living room, November 7th, 4:15 p.m.
The northern small town has already entered winter. The air is dry and cold, and the elderly have already put on down jackets. There are still a few days until the 15th for heating.
Sang Que walked out of the bedroom wearing thick pajamas, stretching and yawning. She collapsed onto the sofa and took out her phone to order takeout.
After spending half a month in the Deceit Dynasty, holding a phone in her hand now felt somewhat unreal.
She returned in the morning, had a meal at noon, and then started sleeping. She woke up after two o'clock in the afternoon, and only then did she start making up stories to reply to the messages Jiang Zao and Xu Yichao sent her during this time.
There were also messages from other people. It took her two hours just to reply to them.
A huge black object suddenly jumped onto the sofa and tried to lick Sang Que's face. Sang Que hurriedly pushed away the grown black dog.
