Even in the face of food temptation, the golden balls exhibited amazing discipline.
They lined up in a bagua formation, taking turns inhaling the smoke emitted by the large black ball.
Every time a wisp of smoke was inhaled, the golden ball's body would swell, and its fur would become fluffier, like transforming from a golden retriever to a Maine Coon cat.
"Satisfied now?"
Ba Tiao glanced at Liu Zheng.
"As long as they're satisfied, I'm satisfied."
The latter smiled and said.
"Hmph. It's only because they encountered me as the head of the department, otherwise, where would be such good fortune?"
Ba Tiao muttered.
"Then may Mr. Batiao live long and always hold the seat of the department head."
Liu Zheng complimented.
"Forget it, working in this hellhole, living long is a fantasy. As long as I don't become a short-lived species, it's already good."
Ba Tiao said, pursing his lips.
"No worries, Mr. Batiao, you're tough and can handle it."
He smiled and said.
