One hour later, Baili Qing was already sitting in the Special Service Bureau cafeteria, in the special private room prepared specifically for Hu Li. Across from her sat Yu Sheng and Erin (strictly speaking, Erin was sitting on the table), and beside her sat Hu Li, stuffing herself like a fox at a feast. Luna stood at the door like a bodyguard with a blade, and Apiao was floating up by the ceiling—the room didn't even have the lights on, yet it was bright as noon.
The fox girl's mouth was stuffed full, both hands still clutching a chicken drumstick, yet somehow it didn't affect her speech at all: "Director Baili, let me tell you, that place is seriously magical. There are wooden barrels that keep spawning fried chicken and French fries, and the fountain gushes out cola and ketchup… the cola is ice-cold!"
