"Xiaolan! What is that on you?!"
In the early morning at Ah Qing's house, Ah Qing looked in shock at the little fox snuggling against her shoulder, sticking out its small tongue halfway, exuding cuteness all over, and sleeping soundly.
Ah Qing could see such an adorable little fox every day when she woke up.
However, today Ah Qing keenly noticed that Xiaolan was wearing a slightly small waist bag, its leather surface printed with the classic LV pattern. Ah Qing couldn't tell if the bag was real, but she remembered that the little fox had once had a luxury watch worth four million hanging around its neck.
There's a 99% chance that the luxury bag on Xiaolan is a genuine store-bought item.
"Hmm?"
Ansheng, who was shaken awake, yawned, the fox's little hand naturally reaching forward to rest on Ah Qing's pillow, its bum sticking up high as it stretched lazily.
"What's happening? It's not Ansheng's business hours yet, is it?"
