Yuan Han's Tea Set
[Beloved dad! Little Ball is bored, can Little Ball enter the Galactic web?]
[Beloved dad! This Galactic web just can't do! Little Ball only used five seconds to break the firewall; it took ten seconds in the past!]
[Beloved dad! The defence mechanism at home is too weak, can I hack into it?]
[Beloved dad! Can Little Ball use your Galactic currency to buy a new shell? Little Ball wants a new set of clothes.]
[Beloved dad...]
Ever since the smart system called Little Ball came back, he didn't stop yapping. The tiny ball was creating a ruckus, seemingly overjoyed at the prospect. The entire house was bustling with his childlike voice.
Beloved dad...
Yao Si was displeased by the noise. Even though she understood that Mu Xuan was the creator, so the way he was being addressed was normal, but it had been her personal term before. To hear someone else calling him dad was uncomfortable.