Although the speaker didn't show up, Qin Yingyue remained motionless, displaying extraordinary calmness, then suddenly pinched forward.
"Still trying to play this game with me, huh."
"Hehehe..."
It wasn't a human presenting flowers; it was Moon.
"Even though my sexual orientation is quite normal, every time I see you, I want to give you flowers," Moon said:
"For you, I'm willing to come out of the closet."
"Come on, grown man, acting shamelessly all day." Qin Yingyue said, "When did you arrive?"
"Just got here, happened to catch a glimpse of your big mother-son separation drama."
"He seemed to have noticed you, stayed at the door for quite a while." Qin Yingyue said:
"My son is pretty awesome, huh?"
"Indeed, not bad at all," Moon said:
"His insight seems innate, truly a prodigious talent. But I'm already S-Class; as long as I focus, he won't discover me."
"In a few years, when his skills improve, neither you nor Song Jinmin will be able to beat my son."
"Tsk..."
