Li Qing felt a bit annoyed; being scrutinized by an animal with such a look — what was the meaning? Even if he was ordinary, he was still a person.
As he moved closer, he saw the owl grasping a roll of brown paper, tied with a black ribbon.
Li Qing was briefly baffled. After confirming that the owl simply intended to give him the roll of brown paper it held, he carefully pushed the window open in one breath.
Flap flap flap!
He had forgotten that the window in his living quarters opened outward. Watching the owl flapping its wings furiously and calling out as it fell down, he felt a bit embarrassed.
"Hoo~~ hoo~~~ hoo~~"
Quick-eyed and fast-handed, Li Qing caught the roll of brown paper as he leaned out to take a look below.
It was deep into the night, pitch black below, with only a few dim street lamps flickering in the distance. He saw no sign of the owl.
If not for the brown paper roll in his hand, Li Qing would have thought this was all an illusion.
