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"This was written by Shen Le himself!"

"This really was written by Shen Le himself! Look, this is his handwriting!"

"You don't recognize his handwriting? Be good, stop fussing!"

Gu Yulin stood before Little Oil Lamp, holding up a tablet, sweat streaming down his face. Beside him, the light flickered bright and dim, swaying without pause. Clearly, the little guy was still throwing a tantrum—

Damn it, why was this kid so hard to soothe?!

Hard to soothe was one thing, but its destructive power was so terrifying too—

An ordinary troublesome two- or three-year-old could be held down with one hand. But when Little Oil Lamp threw a fit, even if the entire Shanghai Special Affairs Bureau got involved, could they really stop it?

[You're showing it to me, but it doesn't recognize handwriting.]

A sheet of colorful light flashed out just in time, blocking the way before him. Gu Yulin let out a long breath.

"Lan Zhuang, you're the best—"

They had guarded against everything except this communication problem!

[How old is it? It's already good enough that it can read, and you expect it to recognize handwriting.] Lan Zhuang complained as if it were perfectly obvious. [Besides, Shen Le hardly ever writes anything by hand...]

Who even wrote by hand these days?

Maybe people used to need to send packages now and then, but now even shipping labels were printed automatically. All a sender had to do was give the courier their shipping code, and everything was handled!

Of course Gu Yulin knew that. In fact, there were two reasons they could confirm that this message had come from Shen Le. First, before this, Shen Le had been the only one capable of having the giant whale deliver a letter.

Second, handwriting experts had urgently pulled up