Wang Yu Yan (25)
For a whole millennium, the system accompanied Jiang Li, so it was impossible for it to not pick up a trick or two from him.
So what if it was true that he was indeed scared of Jiang Li at their first meeting? The child spirit was not willing to reply. So he maintained his silence and played dead.
The annoyed Jiang Li had no way to force it to talk, so he could only drop the matter and sleep for real. When he woke up, it was already almost a day later. The exhaustion must have contributed greatly to this. He was in a luxurious room that seemed to be owned or rented by somebody with a fat wallet.
Jiang Li could not help but click his tongue at this carelessness.
'Is this Wang Yu Yan's house?'
'Host, it's the General's.'
What was the difference? Jiang Li clicked his tongue again.
'What time is it now? And date too?'
'It is already the afternoon of the following day, 3:33 pm.'