Returning to Zhao Manying's home, Ji Xinghuo found her in the cultivation room, attempting to fuse the Alien Species.
"A good sign."
Ji Xinghuo secretly rejoiced.
Manying was willing to fuse the Alien Species he gave her, indicating she had forgiven him. Otherwise, with her proud nature, if she was determined to break up, she wouldn't accept his gift at all.
"Qing Hong."
Ji Xinghuo looked towards Qing Hong, who had already moved to the living room.
It was lying sprawled on the sofa, intently watching the projection screen. From the sofa to the floor, it was littered with retail and takeaway packaging, which the housekeeping robot had to clean up every half minute.
"Roar," Qing Hong responded without turning its head, lazily opening a bag of chips with its paw and tossing them into its mouth.
Ji Xinghuo looked helpless.
Whenever it returned to Earth, this guy turned into a couch potato, unable to be motivated.
