C2707 Little Theater Number Sixty-five: All of You Want to Pinch a Black K!

It was seven o'clock in the evening.

Wu Hao finished his work and put away his pen before walking out of the office desk and heading towards the lounge.

Wu Hao opened the door lightly. The black kite was still sleeping soundly on the bed, and the blanket had been kicked to the side.

Wu Hao sighed. He had only covered the black kite with the blanket half an hour ago