System World, Level 12 Civilization.
The King sat cross-legged on the lawn, looking at the pits left in the garden from the children playing games, with a look of nostalgia.
Yan Ze stood beside him, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and unusually, without wearing sunglasses, revealing those alluring silver-gray eyes.
"Your Majesty misses the children?"
"Don't you?"
"Hmm, no." Yan Ze replied decisively, he had a troublesome daughter that made him distressed just by thinking of her.
The King glanced up at him, the corners of his lips curving slightly, "You're contradicting yourself."
Yan Ze opened the System, ignoring the 99999+ green message inbox, and clicked on a red message inbox—[Dad, I want the cream-filled pancakes made by the Heavenly Palace Chef, I'm at Little Sister Xiaoshiliu's house.]
"Your Majesty, have you ever seen someone use an urgent message for a piece of pastry?" Yan Ze sighed.
The King chuckled: "Maybe that bite is urgent enough to be life-threatening."
