As soon as Su Qianli sat down, she quietly stuffed a steamed bun into her crossbody bag, and the little guinea pig eagerly leaned in, eating with great relish.
Shortly after, she comfortably began to enjoy her own breakfast—soy milk and fried dough sticks—the familiar, delicious flavors spreading across her tongue.
Yet just as she reached the middle of her meal, a sudden change occurred.
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