Fighting to Become a Slave!

The next morning, when Ling Pingan woke up, it was already almost 8.

After a simple wash, he walked down the stairs.

The kitten, Bastet, was sleeping at the door.

Ling Pingan walked over, but the kitten was still asleep.

He smiled, gently picked it up, and placed it on the counter.

He opened the door, and the sunlight outside was already very strong.

Walking to the next door, Ling Pingan ordered two baskets of steamed dumplings and a bowl of tofu pudding as usual. Then, he carried it back to the shop and sat at the counter.

He casually turned on the television.

It was entertainment news again!

A certain young male idol was acting like a big shot, a certain director was having an affair in the middle of the night, and the country's Little Flower night club was full of rich people.

It was most likely the case.

Ling Pingan listened and couldn't get used to it.