"If you don't mind, may I prepare some of your favorite dishes for you?"
Ling Miao stared at the message she had just sent, feeling a bit uneasy. This wasn't a spur-of-the-moment impulse. The incident at the Gourmet Festival booth had made her realize the disadvantage of having no connections. Back then, because it was her first encounter with the Admiral, there had been almost no communication between them, which she still regretted. But this time was different—the Admiral had offered to help her himself. If she couldn't cling to such a powerful connection now, she might as well knock some sense into her own head.
Ling Miao watched the "Other party is typing..." notification at the top of her screen, her nerves tight. She clenched her fists, staring unblinkingly at the blank page.
Chapter 66