Knock, knock.
A rhythmic tapping came from outside the window, cutting off the discussion in the room.
The three people and two cats all turned their heads in unison to look over.
It was already late at night. Even with the moonlight, the glass window showed nothing but pitch-black darkness. Only the owner of that tapping sound was shrouded in a faint red glow, its shape exposed clearly.
It was a paper crane.
The nearest to the window, Xin Fat Man hurriedly got up and pulled the window open.
The paper crane flapped its wings, swooshed through the fat wizard's armpit, circled the bright chandelier twice, then gracefully folded its wings and landed on Zheng Qing's shoulder, pecking at his earlobe.
The boy hissed softly from the sting of pain and raised his hand to take the paper crane.
