On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, in the afternoon, Wang Qi walked into Chen Feng's study with an aura of murderous intent.
Chen Feng greeted him with enthusiasm, "Yo, bro, how's the new job treating you? Come, come, do the questionnaire here, and then write a journal entry!"
"Chen Feng! You set me up!"
The response to Chen Feng was a loud roar. Wang Qi swung his fist at Chen Feng in anger. Chen Feng protected himself with mana, and with a smile, he caught the punch: "Tsk tsk, you seem quite moved!"
"You tricked me!"
Chen Feng feigned surprise, "Where have I tricked you?"
"That meowing little girl..."
Chen Feng spread his hands, "Indeed, that kind that meows, and they're all in their infancy, not a single one mature."
"Why the hell didn't you say there would also be boys that bark and bleat?"
