Seeing the message that suddenly popped up at the bottom of the chat box, Wen Nan was stunned.
After a few seconds, as if noticing Wen Nan hadn't replied, the other side sent another dry message—
[slave: Master]
Wen Nan laughed.
Imagining the expression on the other side's face whenever they called him "Master," Wen Nan raised his hand and quickly typed back—
[Master-9: How did you know I was editing?]
[Master-9: Spying on me?]
[slave: ...]
Once again envisioning the other side's expression turning dark, Wen Nan found it amusing and couldn't help but send a few more—
[Master-9: You must miss me, right?]
[Master-9: Hmm...]
[Master-9: Let me guess...]
[Master-9: You wouldn't, be running an instance, while having my chat box open, just waiting quietly for me to send you a message, would you?]
[Master-9: How long has this been going on with you?]
[Master-9: This is an illness; it needs treatment]
