"It's just that I forgot to shut down the computer yesterday."
Tang Li closed the laptop and casually placed it aside.
Mr. Song had just come out of the wardrobe and saw Tang Li barefoot and playing on the computer, so he walked over and sat on the Imperial Consort's Couch: "Usually someone who loves sleeping in, suddenly wakes up early—if one didn't know better, they'd think you were like those people from years ago sneaking crops."
Tang Li: "..."
Minding her own business shutting down the computer, yet accused of stealing.
And saying she was stealing crops.
She's not a middle-aged greasy guy, staying up all night harvesting her colleagues' Ant Forest.
Besides—
"Who still plays QQ Farm nowadays."
Tang Li glanced at her man: "We from the 2000s have no interest in games designed for those born in the 70s and 80s."
The leap here crossed a 20-year generational gap.
There's a hint of pointing at a mulberry tree while scolding a locust tree.
