"In the small garden, dig, dig, dig..."
Su Huan opened the car door with a dark expression, and the originally tech-filled interior walls of the compartment were covered with a thin layer of flesh-colored mycelium. A gentle female voice echoed in his heart, "Welcome back, my master."
Hu Shuo and Shu Wei stood to the left and right. Seeing Su Huan, they didn't even call him conductor and handed over a stack of documents and a tablet.
Shu Wei quickly added, "These are the things that happened on the train while you were away, as well as a few matters I approved on your behalf."
The black line on Su Huan's forehead deepened; although the fungus carpet's words were a bit cheesy, it was much more adorable than him.
Though Shu Wei's workplace extends beyond the bed.
But with the fungus carpet's capabilities for creation, elasticity, and secretions of nutrient liquid...
No, how could he entertain such strange thoughts.
