No God

Into the night.

"Ah!" Jiang Feifei sighed with the bento in her hands. "Store Manager, why is your luck always so good? Every time you go to the beach, you're always able to encounter whales, whether they are alive or dead. Why can't I meet one?"

A "closed" sign was hung on the shop door, otherwise, fans of Famous and customers would still visit in the middle of the night. Although Zhang Zian was happy to do more business, it was just like the famous saying that Vladimir often said, "Those that don't know how to rest, don't know how to work."

Including Zhang Zian, everyone else was pigging themselves out on the bento in their hands.

The evening news of the local television station was being broadcasted on the television, and the content was about the whale that got beached and died.