Soon, Mimili took the initiative to push Yang Ming away, gently biting her lip:
"Go ahead and get busy, boss. I need to go back and continue working with the team."
"Don't pressure yourself too much," Yang Ming ruffled her hair. "I'll be off now."
"Oh right, uncle!"
Mimili asked, "When are you going back over there? I already boasted to Emilia that you'll definitely show up for her birthday this year."
"Well," Yang Ming looked troubled, "I'm practically tied to the Military Intelligence Bureau right now. Although there's already news from the Empire's higher-ups, it'll take at least two months before they transfer me from the Military Intelligence Bureau to the military industry system... How long until her birthday?"
"Next month; you haven't been back in a long time."
"Wherever I go now, I'm being watched," Yang Ming thought carefully. "I'll try my best."
"Alright," Mimili shrugged. "I'll give her a few warnings in advance."
