3 PM.
The lobby of New City Tower.
A white Volkswagen with an official vehicle sticker parked in the plaza. The car door swung open, and Qian Zhigang stepped out briskly.
Today, he wasn't carrying his signature enamel mug; instead, he clutched a kraft paper file tightly in his hand.
LitRPG / Sci-fi
Xuanhuan / Supernatural
Wuxia / Martial Arts
Urban / Supernatural
Urban / Sci-fi
Isekai / Mature
Xuanhuan / Supernatural
Harem / Sci-fi
LitRPG / Urban
LitRPG / Urban
LitRPG / Sci-fi
Xianxia / Comedy