The next morning, Qiao Sang got out of bed and went to brush his teeth in the bathroom.
Just as he picked up his toothbrush, Xiao Xunbao, the Treasure-seeking Ghost, suddenly appeared next to the mirror.
"Xun Xun!"
Xiao Xunbao shook the yellow rings excitedly with its short claws.
Qiao Sang was stunned for a moment and instinctively looked at Xiao Xunbao's head.
Gone...
Qiao Sang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
"Did you split the ring into two with ghostfire?" Qiao Sang asked, trembling.
Although the fact was already before his eyes, there were some things he still wanted to confirm.
Just like a child holding Tsinghua's admission notice, the parents would repeatedly look it over but still ask one more time, "You got into Tsinghua?!"
That was exactly how Qiao Sang felt right now.