Today was the anniversary of Huang Feng returning to A40's side, and A40 was grateful to have acquired enough gifts.
A40 crawled in and saw Huang Feng lying on the sofa, feet propped up on the armrest at the other end.
"A40!" Huang Feng sprang up at the sight of A40 and waved at it. Now, Huang Feng had regained his health for treatment, and A40 was delighted to see him.
"Look, all these are for you, I found a job outside." A40 piled the things it had bought with its salary on the table.
"Why do you still need to work, shouldn't you be able to get money from the boss easily?" Huang Feng didn't understand.
"I want to earn funds that allow my conscience to be at ease through honest work." A40 confessed.
Huang Feng's gaze fell on the gifts on the table, and her eyes immediately lit up.
The witches in the company were all poor and busy, and Huang Feng had never thought that she would come into contact with these things.
She smiled at A40 and felt sugary sweet inside.
