Since she had come, those people might as well go see a ghost.
Who isn't a baby here? She still needed someone to take care of herself.
It was truly unbearable.
Su Li thought more and more theatrically, and her fingers formed the orchid finger even tighter, waving vigorously beside her own ear.
"Xiao Hei, bring me a cup of tea," Su Li suddenly said to herself, but a young man's voice appeared out of nowhere in the room.
"Yes, Lord," the voice responded.
The interstellar era was truly wonderful. Even on a backward garbage star, the convenient technology available was incomparable to modern society.
The seamless eggshell metal wall cracked open to form a doorway, and a black-haired, blue-eyed young man entered, holding a tray in his hands.
"Lord, your tea."
After placing the tea on the table with utmost respect, the young man named Xiao Hei, whose demeanor did not match his name, did not leave.
Instead, he seemed hesitant, as if he was brewing some words to say.
