"I'm back, meow!"
With a robust call, San Huamao returned to the lounge.
"Welcome back."
Liu Zheng's smile suddenly froze.
"Wait, where did you just come in from?"
He asked.
"From below, meow."
San Huamao pointed at the movable wooden board.
"Isn't that Ghost Hand's special entrance and exit?"
Liu Zheng asked in confusion.
"Is it? Salmon didn't know, meow."
San Huamao replied.
"Then why didn't you just come in through the door?"
He asked.
"Because cats are supposed to come in through doors like this, meow."
San Huamao said confidently.
"...Alright."
He gave up arguing with a cat about whether it should use the front door.
But it seemed there was no issue with it, San Huamao was now a temporary employee in the delivery department, so it could come in however it wanted.
"What happened to your neck?"
Liu Zheng picked it up and noticed a large patch of fur missing from its neck, exposing the skin underneath, fortunately without bleeding.
"Bitten by a dog, meow."
