At this moment.
Yang Fan entered an extremely mystical state.
Or rather—an epiphany.
He was utterly captivated by the patterns on the phone screen, involuntarily uttering various exclamations.
"So ingenious!"
"Truly amazing!"
"This technique is absolutely perfect!"
Great Xia dog, Wang Zai, stared at his master with a pair of bewildered dog eyes, full of confusion.
However, he understood that his master was engaged in something very important and it was best not to disturb him.
Wang Zai tiptoed to a nearby branch, carefully biting it.
He then softly trotted down the stairs, threw the branch into a trash can on the first floor, and returned to the second floor, lying down in a corner, staring at his master without blinking.
After a long time.
Wang Zai felt a bit sleepy, yawned, and his dog eyes started to become drowsy.
As a competent guardian dog, he hadn't stopped working hard from morning until now.
So he truly was tired at this moment.
Quickly.
