Xu Ying carefully recalled, she indeed hadn't seen a trace of the sand rat these past few days.
In the days just after meeting Little Desert Rat, every day a mouse would come by asking Xu Ying if there were any leftovers. But these past few days, no mouse had checked in.
"Tomorrow morning, I'll go do my routine checks of the public facilities by the roadside and look for Little Desert Rat."
Last time, Little Desert Rat mentioned issues with the new home's structure. She still owed Little Desert Rat a warehouse full of grain.
Today, work ended early. Xu Ying glanced at the time; it was not yet five in the afternoon.
She saw the music app on her phone and remembered she hadn't streamed live in almost a week.
The backstage messages were already 999+, all urging updates.
Xu Ying set up the phone stand, fixed the camera, and started the live stream. The Cloud-raised Fox Pups' audience must have been waiting anxiously.
