"I'll take care of it once I get back home," Jiang Ning replied.
At first, the System didn't understand the meaning behind her words until Jiang Ning returned home, poured herself a glass of water, and then weakly sprawled on the sofa exhaling deeply:
"Ah, I can't go on, my hand is so uncomfortable, I'll need to rest for five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen days..."
System: [...]
It peaked out, looking left and right, ensuring that there were no other living beings in the room besides Jiang Ning and itself.
She was clearly speaking to it!
It was doomed!
It should never have been so talkative!
The System clutched its metaphorical wallet, its eyes brimming with tears.
It was a threat!
A blatant threat!
And it was genuinely afraid that Jiang Ning would maintain her enthusiasm for slowing down the pace of doing tasks.