Ji Qishu boldly reached out his hand to touch Ye Junqing's forehead: "Qing, you don't have a fever either, so why do you sound like you're spouting nonsense? Did you get stimulated or have you been reading too many rebirth novels?"
Ye Junqing couldn't be bothered with Ji Qishu, sitting in the shark-shaped mini-submarine, stroking his chin with one hand, still pondering over Li Yu's words.
A group of people left the imperial palace in the mini-submarine and drove it directly to the parking lot of the Galaxy Building.
After disembarking from the mini-submarine, the group took the elevator to the top floor.
"Your Highness, Mrs. Empress," the reception secretary at the top floor greeted Ye Junqing with unexpected delight.
The words "Mrs. Empress" made Ye Junqing's scalp tingle.
