Classical opera music slowly sounded in the office, and the warden, with his feet on the table, was holding a white porcelain cup.
The liquid in the cup was emitting white steam. He squinted his eyes, blew lightly, took a small sip, and let out a satisfied sigh.
"Sure enough, when it comes to enjoyment, you have to look to my charming ancestor."
Just then, with a ding-dong sound, a message popped up from the light brain.
Before he could make any move, the optical brain automatically analyzed and projected the figure of 0093.
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