Yu Shujun looked at Wen Nan with a peculiar expression.
Realizing that what he said without much thought had some ambiguity, Wen Nan coughed forcefully to disguise his embarrassment. Then he raised his palm and looked at the control sigil on his palm.
The golden sigil was still flickering with a breathing-like glow, waiting for Wen Nan to respond.
Only visible to Wen Nan, a system prompt appeared in front of him—
[Confirm binding?]
[Confirm][Reject]
Wen Nan raised his hand, his fingertip hovering over the [Confirm] button, but his gaze passed over the floating light screen and landed on Yu Shujun's face.
Yu Shujun's face still showed little expression, seemingly calm as he watched Wen Nan.
But Wen Nan, having received this little servant for so long, was already quite familiar with him—just by the slightly furrowed brows and the imperceptibly tightened corners of his lips, Wen Nan could tell the other person was nervous.
