"Hey, buddy, you've really worked hard. Here, have some fresh orange juice. I just squeezed it."

Ye Shuangluo had just teleported back to Star City when Sarchi eagerly handed him a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

The way he looked at the young man was so intense that anyone unaware might think he was a "contact list."

Of course, Sarchi's eagerness and enthusiasm had a reason.