Jin Congxue, slightly made-up and dressed coolly, sat at the dining table waiting.
When Su Xing saw Jin Congxue, he suddenly thought of something and blushed slightly.
Jin Congxue, completely oblivious to this, merely asked in confusion:
"Su Xing, why do you seem a bit weird today?"
Hearing her words, Su Xing thought of the time Jin Congxue had drawn the curtains and quickly changed the topic:
"Ahem, how has the Tarot Society been operating this week?"
As a competent woman, upon hearing Su Xing's question, Jin Congxue began to respond methodically.
"We're still collecting white equipment and instance dungeon items, and the Abyss Stones from overseas are also being transported weekly…"
"The alien metals you gave me last week have all been refined… but it seems there are a few too many profession users refining alien metals in the Tarot Society currently. Do you want to lay off a part of them?"
Su Xing shook his head slightly and replied: