Grete instantly understood what Cheng Yu was thinking. He curled his lip and said,
"That's called a hobby. I simply enjoy the feeling of controlling others."
Cheng Yu smiled.
"Yeah, sure, sure. Whatever you say."
With a mere thought from Grete, a pitch-black dog hair flew out of Cheng Yu's body, and Cheng Yu instantly reverted to his infant form.
This time, it was Cheng Yu's turn to curl his lip.
"Stingy."
Grete merely glanced at him, yawned, and prepared to go back to sleep.
But Cheng Yu slapped him on the head.
Grete lifted his eyelids and asked lazily,
"What?"
Cheng Yu pursed his lips and said,
"Bring up the monitor for me. How else am I supposed to keep track of my script's progress?"
Grete merely rolled his eyes. His Eminence called himself the producer, so what did that make Grete? The logistics guy? Or a prop?
Then Cheng Yu could once again see the entire sandbox world and the situation in the outside world.
After checking the sandbox world, Cheng Yu glanced at the Blank Script and murmured,
"It's a little ahead of schedule, but it's still following my original plot, so that's pretty good. This girl's situation does remind me a bit of what I went through back then..."
Shui Feifei stood rooted to the spot, feeling lost. She had relied on her senior all these days, and now that he had left, she struggled to adjust.
But Shui Feifei had grown a little, and soon she made up her mind: become stronger, conquer the world, claim that seat, and bring this world to its end!
And so Shui Feifei headed back to where she had first met her senior-the border between the Northern and Southern Factions.
But as she approached, she saw the various