Is this the same Mimili who used to jump ship and slash people?
Yang Ming frowned, curled his lips, and looked perplexed, but Mimili had already spotted him, cheered, and ran over very ladylike with her thighs pressed together.
"Uncle~"
What kind of accent is that!
Seeing her approaching with open arms, Yang Ming decided not to embarrass her and opened his arms with a smile.
Mimili crashed into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest.
Yang Ming felt that many males of various ages around him were giving him sour glances.
Yang Ming smiled and patted Mimili on the arm, sniffing an odd, dark fragrance, and said with a laugh,
"Alright, there are too many people here, let's go to the ship and catch up."
Mimili's luggage floated over from behind, and Molly, dressed in an elegant long dress, appeared on the fixed screen at the front of the suitcase, curtsying to Yang Ming.
"Hello, respected Mr. Yang Ming."
"Hello Molly."
