"Master Fox...?"
Back in the room, Lin Ying could immediately see Master Fox staring blankly, his mouth slightly open, as if he was shocked by something he saw.
Lin Ying scanned the room but didn't see anything unusual.
[No problem, I just scrolled past a hell joke on Notation, where a white doctor told a Black patient with a cold that even his legs were black and needed amputation. Then it flashed a picture of a panda-man with a slap mark revealing a round hole at the center.]
Ansheng gradually calmed his facial expression and spouted nonsense, brushing away the subject.
"Master Fox's sphere is really broad." Lin Ying was slightly startled by the words, showing a faint, subtle smile.
The hell joke told by Master Fox wasn't actually funny to Lin Ying, but seeing Master Fox squatting on the table, quickly writing a line and holding the phone screen up before him, was quite amusing.
......
Lin Ying tidied up a bit and boarded her usual black business car.
