Local catfish paired with mature turtles, what a dynamite effect. Lu Yuqing was especially excited, and Liu Zhizhong too was filled with boundless energy.
After this round of the game, Liu Zhizhong returned to his own room, his mind noticeably clear.
He opened his notebook, quickly working on Lin Juan's draft, which he was going to use in his latest and, presumably, last work.
This work had great significance, so he put extra care into finishing everything.
As for whether Feng Xiaoyue would give the go-ahead, it didn't matter. In her absence, major decisions were made by Yang Bingbing, and Liu Zhizhong also had the authority to make them.
Thinking of Yang Bingbing, and those days and nights at Lake Goddess, ah, Liu Zhizhong felt his blood begin to surge again.
After completing the draft, it was one in the morning before Liu Zhizhong went to bed, sleeping soundly until morning.
The next morning at seven, Liu Zhizhong finally got up.
