Under Luo Aiman's worried gaze, Li Zheng held a tablet, operating it continuously and selecting the materials he needed.
Soon, he handed the tablet back, regrettably saying, "It's a pity you came too early. If you had come in a few more days, I could have exchanged for more things."
Luo Aiman broke out in a cold sweat, comparing the quantities Li Zheng selected with his inventory, and was relieved to find that no items were sold out this time.
No one could understand how terrified Luo Aiman, who had the attribute of a shut-in, was of going out.
"Just wait a moment, I'll initiate a remote transfer to get the items delivered to you." Luo Aiman put away the tablet, waving two of his thickest tentacles beside him in a wavy motion, like some kind of shaman performing a ritual.
Li Zheng was not in a hurry, waiting for Luo Aiman to operate slowly.
