Pigeon by the Window

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal.
Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out.
Games, why are you fun?

To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

"Oh, no worries, I guessed you guys probably lost track of time playing games, just remember to tell me in advance next time,"


"Taking leave is one thing, but shifting work around is unheard of. Don't bother thinking about it, fake crying won't help."


If women are said to be made of water, then men must be made of games, spending every day either playing or creating them.


Putting down her phone, Xu Qingling looked at the small kitten snoring beside her and a gentle smile appeared on her face.


Gently rubbing the face of the calico kitten, she whispered, "Grow up quickly and learn to do a backflip soon."


At this moment, the person Xu Qingling most wanted to invite from her family was brewing Chinese medicine.
