"Ah... this day just won't end..."
A long sigh slipped past the receptionist's lips, the very same woman who had handed Qingyi that mission only hours earlier.
She knew full well it was impossible for him to finish so quickly, yet her eyes refused to leave the door for even a single moment.
Just in case, you know?
Just as hope began to drain from her and she started rising from her chair, ready to end her shift for the day, her movements froze the very instant her gaze flickered toward the entrance.
There, calmly strolling through the door, was Long Qingyi, unscathed, with nine boxes floating behind his back.
She rushed over with an excited look, her lips already parting before she could even close the distance between them.
"There are ten boxes. Where's the last one? And the traitor?" she asked, her eyes glimmering with pure excitement.
