C1370 Crisis Solved and Returned

"Hey, sis, any idea when the boss will be back?" Yao Ziyue lounged on the sofa, propping up her chin.

"No clue. He didn't say anything when he took off." Yao Ziyan gave a puzzled shake of her head, then eyed the furniture curiously. "Where did this sofa come from, anyway?"

"From my interspatial ring. There's another one in there—want it?" Yao Ziyue jiggled her right hand