On Lu Qingxue's personal spaceship, Mu Fan was sitting upright on the sofa inside the cabin.
Because of the burn on his back, he couldn't lounge comfortably on the sofa like before but sat with an erect posture, looking quite serious, and even straighter than Lu Qingxue sitting opposite him.
However, since he had come aboard, those clear and pure beautiful eyes had been quietly observing him, which made Mu Fan feel quite pressured psychologically.
Why did it feel like undergoing special training?
Mu Fan felt awkward all over, so he picked up the water cup in front of him and started drinking water desperately.
After the spaceship ascended and stabilized, those gentle and watery eyes finally moved away from Mu Fan.
"Cabinet elder, bring me my Ice Orchid Ointment."
Lu Qingxue pressed a hidden button beside the sofa and spoke into the air.
A moment later, an old butler with a puzzled look stood at the cabin door, knocking.
