'Should I ask him?'
That thought continued to linger in Hua Lang's mind. Right now, he could march into the living room, wake that sleeping angel, and demand an answer. He could ask Tian why—why he had cursed him and turned him into this ridiculous piglet body.
He could ask him.
But the thought of I made him pause.
Hua Lang looked up at Lu Chen, who was still staring at him with an increasingly terrified expression. He picked up the phone with his mouth and slowly typed, his sore tongue struggling with every movement.
"You ask…"
Lu Chen blinked anxiously at the screen before pointing at himself in disbelief. "You want me to ask him?"
Hua Lang nodded.
Lu Chen's face immediately paled. "Are you crazy?! He's an all-powerful angel! What if he curses me too?!"
Hua Lang rolled his eyes.
Even after learning that an actual angel was sleeping in the next room, this guy was still more worried about himself.
He lowered his head and slowly typed again.
"No powe."
