"...About the application form, could you please help fill it out for Ah Bai, Old Feng? You can't expect Ah Bai or Lingling to fill out the application forms, right?"
"That's settled then, Ah Bai, let's run." Ansheng pondered for a while, chuckled, gave Old Feng a quick reminder, and then rode Ah Bai, darting away at the award ceremony.
The Security Bureau is strict in managing Spirit Particle Potions, requiring a thorough approval of their uses to prevent them from flowing into the civilian sector or causing panic if leaked. It's completely understandable, but when it comes to the application forms, you can't expect Ah Bai to write them, right?
She's just a doggy, what can she understand? You can't expect Qiu Lingling to write them either, she's not from our industry.
So... Old Feng, oh Old Feng, just take one for the team and burn the midnight oil to write out a few hundred copies. When Ah Bai needs the potion, just take it ahead to get them stamped.
