Lana was troubled; her whiskers dropped, and she sighed like an old man.
Under the dim light of the bedroom, her pristine silver glistened, while her sapphire blue eyes looked like magical orbs. Mesmerizing and beautiful.
Due to her facial expression, she looked as if someone had given her a 2,400-year-old unsolvable math problem.
Lucian tried his best to hold back his laughter and asked in a neutral tone, "Why are you frowning?"
Lana's paws touched the cold button in rapid succession, and a statement appeared on the screen. "My teleportation is random."
"Oh? Then it's even simpler. I will wait for you with the cash every day. And when you teleport again, just take the bag with you." Lucian's suggestion was a good one; however, Lana didn't agree.
