Dream
Editor: Atlas Studios
Natiwuzi talked too much and only stopped after his throat felt sore.
Fang Zhao played the guitar with Natiwuzi again and then went to the room arranged for him when Natiwuzi wanted to rest. He didn't have to worry about entertainment reporters in Natiwuzi's domain. The privacy here was great, and Fang Zhao could have peace for two days.
After Fang Zhao showered and tidied up a little, Natiwuzi sent someone to deliver the badge.
The small box was separated into two layers. The top portion was the genuine article, while the bottom was the imitation.
Fang Zhao gave his thanks and declined Natiwuzi's invitation to go down to Space for drinks. He wanted to stay in the room. Then, he put on gloves and picked up that tiny round badge from the box.
It hadn't been too convenient before, but now that no one was around, Fang Zhao could take a careful look at this small round badge.