Jiang Xuan stared at the payment notification message for a while.
Alright then.
For the Little Pixiu that only took in without spitting out, it was already not easy.
The main thing was that she liked the team logo design.
He set his phone aside and his gaze returned to the computer screen.
It was still that specially system with a minimalist interface, a notification in the lower right corner indicating a new email.
This time, the email displayed a minor language, obviously not addressed to J.
If Qi Ran were here now, then she would discover that this was the same language as those limited-circulation scientific journals her parents had obtained for her.
And if Xia Tiao were also here, then he would also know that this obscure minor language was the exclusive internal language of the O Alliance.
Emails sent in this minor language were generally given priority by Jiang Xuan.
