After Inheriting My Grandfather's Fox

As a poor social worker working for a black-hearted enterprise, my life creed is: I can never sit down if I can lie down. After finally having a complete rest day, and successfully integrating with the bed board The door was banged "bang bang bang". There was a ridiculously beautiful man standing outside the door, holding up a roll of yellowed paper and saying menacingly: "Open the door, it's your turn to pay your grandfather's debt!" Me: "Huh?" The other party called himself Fox Fairy and said that my grandfather had promised to support him for generations to come. I looked at his face that was so perfect that it seemed unreal, the fluffy ears on top of his head, and the big tail that swayed lazily behind him. The social calculation in my heart is crackling: With food and accommodation included, can I legally own a peerless beauty? ... Is there such a good thing? Purpose: Real wealth is the courage to take responsibility and create beauty