If a person carried a debt of one million, they would likely grow depressed, lose sleep and appetite, until the burden bent their back. But if they owed ten billion, that would probably prove they were wealthy.
Ronan vaguely found himself in that state of mind.
And perhaps there were subtler thoughts he himself had yet to notice.
In any case, when Ronan realized that his family's situation was very likely a hundred or a thousand times more troublesome than even the worst-case scenario he had imagined, he returned home that evening with an unusually hearty appetite. He drank two huge bowls of Raven's homemade Century Egg and Lean Pork Congee. Of the Guo Tie, steamed buns, and pig trotters his aunt had picked up on her way home, he ate the most. He even wiped out the two leftover steamed buns from breakfast with pickled vegetables.
Full of food and drink, Ronan held his stomach and said, "I'm tired. I'm going upstairs to rest," then headed upstairs as if it were perfectly justified.
Mo Peng, who had rarely failed to eat his fill at dinner, let out an "Hey" behind him, then turned to look at his parents.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you should lose weight." Lady Luo Shuqing withdrew her gaze from Ronan's back and jerked her chin at her biological son. "Go wash the dishes."
"Isn't there a dishwasher?"
"Then you can carry them over and put them in."
The faint sounds from downstairs drifted up, and Ronan smiled again, though he did not even know why. Then his ear vibrated slightly. Someone was contacting him through Six Ears. It was Celestial Master Gao.
"Boss Ronan, I'm reporting on the work. Well, not many people have signed the Informed Consent Form. It feels like