"Mr. Su Mo, what a coincidence to run into you here again. The washing machine you gave me last time is really handy, I haven't had a chance to thank you yet."
Jialan's usually cold expression broke into a smile, completely lacking the distant air she had before.
"No problem, what brings you here?"
"That's because we're also taking part in this mission."
Jialan didn't hide this from Su Mo.
Just then, the Mechanical Flying Ball drifted over, hovered between Su Mo and Jialan, and spoke in a warning tone.
"Kid, don't get so close, back off a little."
Su Mo didn't mind, instead, he was quite interested in examining the very adorable Mechanical Flying Ball before him.
"Jialan, what is this?"
Jialan stretched out her hands, hugged the Mechanical Flying Ball into her arms with a smile, and then said to Su Mo,
"Please don't mind Mr. Su Mo, Xiao Zhou means no harm."
"Xiao Zhou? Wait, could this be that one?"
