[Teacher, you really came!]
[Is it true? Is it really true?]
[Let's have dinner together tonight! These banquets are too boring.]
[I've learned some cooking skills, I can go to the palace and cook for you!]
[Wow, Teacher, you haven't changed one bit, I've gotten a lot older.]
Yang Ming had a few black lines on his forehead.
This kid was old before even reaching adulthood, which puts those delicate-looking seventy-year-old princesses of the neighboring empires to shame!
[Be honest, focus on what's in front of you, and pay attention to your demeanor. Today is a big day for Wind.]
[Oh.]
Yang Ming hadn't even had the chance to breathe a sigh of relief when the kid started a new round of message bombardment.
These youngsters like to do this, where a long sentence could be gathered into one message, but they insist on sending them one by one, almost like sending a message for each word.
Luckily, in the interstellar era, there are no phone bills.
