Ever since he left the orphanage, Li Ang rarely returned. His personality wasn't exactly endearing, he had few friends, and his relationships with everyone there were neither good nor bad. Even with the director, his contact was limited to sending a generic holiday greeting found online once a year.
Forget it, we'll talk about it tomorrow, Li Ang thought. Sitting at his bedroom desk in front of the computer, he scratched his head, pushed the issue aside, and turned to say, "Right, Chaichai, let's wait until the new equipment is ready before we go out to look for the Soul Banner's energy source."
"Mhm—"
Miss Chai, lying sideways in her hammock, continued to play with her phone. She merely hummed lazily and rubbed one foot against the other, looking as listless and idle as a salted fish—utterly indistinguishable from one.
