It was the first time that Song Wenlan saw someone being pointed at on the head and yet still remaining calm.
She couldn't help but secretly observe the old man in front of her, silently memorizing his expression and behavior in her heart.
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Grantham didn't feel offended by Song Wenlan's gaze at all. While Song Wenlan was looking at him, he was also looking at Song Wenlan.
While the people from the Empire were preparing the physical book for him, he kept bringing up topics to discuss with Song Wenlan.
As time passed, Song Wenlan became less wary.
She kind of believed that the person in front of her was just a simple book fan. After all, Grantham remembered many plots in the book more clearly than she, the author.
Soon, Empire bought back all the physical books and peripherals sold by Song Wenlan, filling up a large table.
Grantham's eyes lit up under his slack eyelids as he looked at these things.
Even if he had great powers, he couldn't smuggle all these things to the place of exile. Fortunately, the Empire was sensible and prepared them for him so quickly.
Now that everything was ready, Song Wenlan stopped talking and obediently took the pen to sign for Grantham.
Watching Song Wenlan signing one signature after another, Grantham couldn't help but reveal a happy expression.
Although he couldn't tie up the author Zaosi and take him to the land of exile to update for him personally, at least now he could watch Zaosi sign for him with his own eyes.
Thinking of this, Grantham suddenly felt that the first half of his life was not lived in vain.
He took out his light computer and took a picture of Song Wenlan signing his name. He was still not satisfied. When he saw Song Wenlan finish signing, he suddenly sighed.
Song Wenlan looked at him suspiciously, and he said quietly, "I'm old now, and I don't know if I'll have the chance to meet Zaosi again in the future."
Song Wenlan thought of the information about the Land of Exile that he had searched for before. The Land of Exile is the worst interstellar living environment except for the area around a black hole. People leave this world there every day.
The person in front of me is indeed quite old. To put it bluntly, the person who is sitting in front of me today may have an accident tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Song Wenlan's heart softened. She looked at the laptop in Grantham's hand, holding a pen and asked with a smile: "Then let's take a photo together as a souvenir?"
Grantham was just waiting for Song Wenlan to say this, and agreed without hesitation.
He took down the laptop, handed it to Dorothy, and said with a smile, "Young man, can you please help me take a picture?"
After Dorothy entered the room, she had been staring at Grantham with a vigilant look on her face. When she saw him talking to her, her expression became even more alert.
"My photography skills are not good. In order not to leave you with regrets, you should ask someone else for help."
Dorothy tightened her grip on her weapon and spoke calmly.
Grantham insisted looking at him and said with a smile: "It's okay, relax, I don't mind no matter how it turns out."
Song Wenlan looked at them in confusion. She seemed to sense a tight string tied between the two of them.
The computer was right in front of him, motionless, and Zaosida's eyes were also staring at him. Dorothy pursed her lips. He could see Zaosida opening her mouth to say something, but before she could say anything, Dorothy took the computer.
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