"Your life is still colorful." Huang Feng waved his hand. "Actually, when you first came in, I was shocked."
"Shocked? Why?" Xu Yang didn't understand.
"I thought you were here to send us on a mission, that something had happened somewhere, dealing with the Domination Movement, the Wandering AI Legion, or tying us to the rocket of the Nestor Intergalactic Development Group, sending us to deep space to find some Earth-like planet. We've had enough, truly enough." Huang Feng sighed.
"I won't just pull someone in, trust me, Huang Feng, even if I were to find you, I would reserve three months in advance." Xu Yang sat on a nearby stool, watching A40 use garden shears to trim the plants.
This reminded him of his daughter Qianshu, who used the magic power of plants. What is Qianshu doing now? Is she listening to her mother?
