Taking the key from under the blanket, opening the door, Lu Li returned the key under the blanket and pushed the door to return to the Detective Agency.
An unexpectedly charred figure stood behind the door, wearing an apron, bowing.
Kong Nanqing, who had been bedridden like an amputee, surprisingly got out of bed.
Its red pupils flickered, speaking in a rough, hoarse voice: "You're back? Do you want to eat first, or—"
"Eat first." Lu Li replied decisively.
"Makes sense, must be exhausted after a busy day." Kong Nanqing retreated and walked to the kitchen door, disappearing into it.
Lu Li's gaze shifted, landing on the painting on the sofa.
Dracula was absent from the frame.
"What's with her."
Lu Li couldn't recall having any hormone-stimulating contraband in the Detective Agency.
