Qin Yu dropped her pretense and just smiled.
"I am not as powerful as you think, Bibi. You should know more about the Golden House system than I do. Controlling my performance is my variable. If Golden House doesn't punish me for this, it means all these are within its tolerance range. And you are not accusing me now, you are actually praising me, right?"
——What did you call me?
"Bibi?" Qin Yu replied.
——Say it again!
"Bibi," Qin Yu persisted.
Golden Wall fell silent and a tense atmosphere was palpable.
Jiaojiao, holding her chubby belly, trembled with fear.
In the end...
——Why do you think I'm praising you?
"You are talking more than before, trying to analyse my intentions, Bibi. You are valuing me more and more now. It is just a pity that I am so excellent." Qin Yu attempted to lighten the mood with some humor.
But how formidable was the Golden Wall?
——I hope your meticulous preparations contribute to your subsequent mission.
A double entendre.
