The two returned to the subway.
Compared to the relaxed and happy journey earlier, this time the car was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Mr. Mingyuan, listen carefully."
Jiuyue nodded toward two high school students not far from them, one of whom was holding onto a handrail, his eyebrows animated as he recounted the latest issue of a battle manga. His soul aflame with juvenile passion, he seemed to imagine himself as the protagonist of the manga, shouting out the names of cool moves with fervor.
Next to the high schoolers, an office worker was on a call that appeared to be with his superior. His tone was extremely respectful, repeatedly saying "I understand, I will handle it immediately."
After hanging up the phone, the man's face suddenly changed, and he gnashed his teeth while glaring at his phone screen, as if he had cursed his boss hundreds of times in his mind for calling after work hours.
"That's the detail I mentioned."
