"I know you trust me," Beichuan Si began without expression, "but can you not use that term?"
"That term?" Initially lost in self-admiration, Qiuxiao Yunai was caught off guard by Beichuan Si's interruption, and her expression shifted to one of confusion.
It must be said that this kind of religiously active young girl didn't realize how ridiculous some of her statements sounded.
"I believe in my God." Qiuxiao Yunai was the only girl Beichuan Si knew who would utter such phrases, even Beichuan Hui Li had outgrown that adolescent phase.
Moreover, Beichuan Si didn't think the term "Beichuan God" was something a normal young girl would come up with.
"Then, I'll leave you to chat with Mirai."
After all, he was just the facilitator; the specific operations would have to be handled by Qiuxiao Yunai and Shen Gu Mirai.
He thought he was about to achieve fame and success when suddenly, a small hand clutched at his sleeve.
