"Stand up straight for me!"
In a room on the sixth floor of the mothership's bridge, Fang Xiang sat on a soft floral fabric sofa, lightly biting her red lips, glaring at the little kid in front of her. Beside her, Margaret and Cecilia stifled their laughter, their shoulders shaking non-stop.
The room was arranged by Fang Xiang herself. Even though it only had a bedroom and a small living room, the extensive use of fabrics and color coordination still made the room appear soft and cozy. It didn't look like a living quarters of a battleship at all. The door to the room was wide open, and in the silent corridor, hearty laughter and clamor of men could be heard at the end. Fatty's voice was clearly audible among them.
