"Xiaolan, wake up! The salary has arrived!"
At nine o'clock, Ah Qing and Mo Yiqing tried to wake the little fox but only received a kick. So they returned to the dorm at around ten, grabbing the little fox in their arms.
Ah Qing placed the little fox on the table, while Mo Yiqing held up a camera to record the scene in the dormitory. Tang You and Lingren, full of interest, assisted with the lighting.
"Yawn..."
The little fox sat on the table, eyes closed, head swaying left and right, and appeared in front of the camera expressing deep drowsiness.
Ah Qing, sitting at the table, pulled out a stack of red cash from her pocket and slammed it heavily on the round dormitory table. About thirty thousand in cash was placed right in front of the little fox.
The table's vibration and the scent of ink made the little fox, already unsteady, fall asleep on the spot. Its tiny fox paws instinctively grabbed hold of the thirty thousand as a pillow beneath its head, drifting into a deep sleep.
