Qu Jianlei really didn't expect that Xiao Moshan could get involved with the Spirit Fox.
However, the grudges between them were something he didn't want to figure out for the moment.
The key issue was that Xiao Moshan seemed somewhat downcast; his spirit wasn't in great shape, and it was unclear what had happened.
Qu Jianlei pondered for a moment and decided to approach him first.
After a busy day, Xiao Moshan arrived at his residence—the gatekeeper of a small enterprise.
This was his official job, disguising himself as a middle-aged person, perfectly suited for such work.
The pay as a gatekeeper was not high, just barely covering expenses, with the main benefit being free accommodation.
For most middle-aged people, reaching this point was relatively tragic.
Xiao Moshan entered the duty room, leaning slouched over the chair, appearing drowsy.
Suddenly, he sensed something was amiss, and slowly opened his eyes, seeing a shadow ten meters outside the door.
