When old friends meet, it's natural for some small talk...
Seeing Zhao Sansheng so enthusiastic, Helan Yujing felt quite gratified. It's been three or four years, and the friendship of the past still endures. Just for that alone, having made this friend was worthwhile.
"Oh dear, look at me, I got so caught up talking to you that I forgot the important matters."
After chatting for a while, Zhao Sansheng raised his hand and patted his forehead, showing an embarrassed expression: "Come, come, let's sit down at my place and continue talking. Since you've come all the way here, I won't agree to you not staying for a few more days. Leave the resupply tasks to them..."
"No need, we'll just wait on the Starship..."
Helan Yujing shook her head firmly, leaving no room for doubt: "Old Zhao, we're old friends, so I won't hide from you."
