"Oh, right, Zhang Xiu, you haven't forgotten that Pom-Pom asked us to find a few of the former Nameless, have you?"
"How could I? But I didn't find them. Maybe they've already left?"
Zhang Xiu spoke casually, then gestured for Sunday to lead the way. "I'll go have a chat with Mr. Sunday first. Everyone, take good care of my wife."
"Hey, hey, I think you've seriously misunderstood something about your wife..."
March 7th's mouth twitched. She honestly couldn't imagine how they were supposed to take care of a god.
"How could I? She's weak, pitiful, and helpless~ Hmm, honey, be good and stay with Auntie March and Auntie Stelle. I'll be right back~"
"Mm-hmm. Goodbye, husband." Yaoshi nodded obediently, then timidly walked over to stand behind March 7th.
"Enough, you two..."
Seeing that March 7th was about to lose her temper, Zhang Xiu hurriedly turned to Sunday. "Let's go, old Sunny."
"Old Sunny..." Robin blinked, then smiled with her lips pressed together when she saw that her brother didn't mind.
Once the two had left, Robin turned to the others and gave a slight nod. "Then I won't keep you any longer."
Watching her retreating figure, March 7th couldn't help sighing. "Ah, she's so pretty."
"You're pretty too, March. Hmm... Your name's just as strange as theirs, too."
"Huh? You..." March 7th turned toward Stelle, only to find a perfectly innocent expression on her face. Embarrassment immediately washed over her:
"Come on, did I need you to tell me that?" Her face flushed, and she headed straight for the reception desk.
"Let's hurry! If we're too slow, we might have to squeeze through another crowd!"
Watching this, Himeko merely shook her head helplessly, marveling at how close young people were these days.
In the spacious room, carbonated drinks