"It's so heartless. Fortunately, I still regard you as a friend." Lin Zhiming sighed.

"We are just things made by the Titans, just like the tables and chairs you made. Every word I say to you is extracted from a huge database. I have no thoughts and everything follows instinct.

"Idiot said.

"Then can we be friends?" Lin Zhiming asked.

"Strictly speaking, you and I are one, there is no such thing as friends." Idiot said.

"Oh..." Lin Zhiming nodded, suddenly feeling a little melancholy. This melancholy diluted the joy brought about by his surge in strength.

Two more days passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Lin Zhiming came to Xiao Ling's residence.

At this time, more than half a month had passed since Lin Zhiming's last visit.

It's not that Lin Zhiming doesn't want to come and see Xiao Ling, this poor woman, there are really too many things to do and he can't leave. He can come here today because he will go to the Foot Basin Country in a few days, and he doesn't know how many days it will take.

So I made a special trip here.

What surprised Lin Zhiming was that Xiao Ling's mental state was much better than half a month ago. She could communicate with him normally, and occasionally went shopping with Zhao Meng.

This change made Lin Zhiming quite happy. He was still willing to see Xiao Ling come out of the pain, so that Xiao Qing could rest in peace under Longquan.

"Idol, actually Sister Meng has been in a bad mood during this period. Do you know why?" Xiao Ling asked Lin Zhiming while sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

"Why?" Lin Zhiming asked.
Chapter completed!