When Zhang Ling put Mao Zhe on the ground, Mao Zhe saw that no one had entered the alley yet. A burst of black light appeared, and his body gradually elongated and turned into a human body.

After being surrendered by Zhang Ling, Mao Zhe's suit was wrinkled and full of wrinkles. Mao Zhe was filled with resentment towards Zhang Ling. He pointed at the ground, transformed into a briefcase, and picked it up.

He patted the briefcase and put it under his armpit, returning to his office worker appearance. "Meow, let's go! I'll let you see the evidence!"

Seeing Mao Zhe transform into a human body, his face looked very childish, but he always used an adult tone and demeanor to talk to Zhang Ling. Zhang Ling let out a sigh and couldn't help laughing.

Hearing the sound, Mao Zhe snorted, with a dark handsome face. He ignored Zhang Ling and walked back to Zhao Yichen's home.

Seeing this, Zhang Ling felt more and more that Mao Zhe was more fun. With a smile, he ran forward, took Mao Zhe's arm, cuddled up, and walked to Zhao Yichen's house like a couple.

The moment he was held in his arms, Mao Zhe's eyes widened. Feeling the softness of his heart, Mao Zhe's cheeks couldn't help but appear unhealthy rosy.

He looked a little dazed, letting Zhang Ling drag him towards Zhao Yichen's home.

"Brother Mao, are you back?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, although it was much slower than before, Zhao Yichen began to hear that it was Mao Zhe's footsteps coming back.

He raised his head and said hello, but he also saw Zhang Ling beside Mao Zhe. He frowned and said, "Zhang Ling? Why did you come back with Brother Mao?"

"Haha, didn't I meet you, classmate Zhao, yesterday? Didn't I say that I came here to find a friend? No, I didn't meet you yesterday, but I finally met you today! My friend, Mao Zhe! Hehe!"

Zhang Ling explained with a smile, almost resting on Mao Zhe's body. Mao Zhe, who was not surprising, was completely at a loss and stayed where he was.

As if aware of Mao Zhe's dirty thoughts, Zhang Ling's hand holding Mao Zhe's arm silently reached towards Mao Zhe's waist and gave it a hard squeeze.

"Ah...ah, hehe, Yichen, it's so late and you haven't had dinner with your aunt yet? In that case, I won't bother you. I'll go to the room with her!"

Being pinched, Mao Zhe screamed in pain. Feeling Zhang Ling's threatening eyes, Mao Zhe grinned and said hello to Zhao Yichen.

After Zhang Ling seemed to drag him, he entered the room. In fact, Mao Zhe had already shouted in his heart: Zhao Yichen, quickly take away this devil classmate like you!

After entering the room, Mao Zhe seemed to have changed. He let go of Zhang Ling. He ran out, transformed into a cat body, and jumped on the computer. He kept pressing keys on the keyboard.

Seeing Mao Zhe like this, Zhang Ling stepped forward curiously. Mao Zhe opened seven or eight group chat windows at once, and his cat's paws almost turned into countless shadows. He was typing and chatting with all the groups.

people chatting.

"Is this the celebrity you are talking about? A celebrity who chats with so many people?" Zhang Ling raised a brow, not believing that there could be a celebrity with such a weird profession.

"Meow, that's not the case! What I said is that I have many fans because of this!"
Chapter completed!