"Xiao Li, why are you out here alone in the wind?"
A woman's gentle voice reached his ears as she approached from behind and lightly took Tang Li's arm.
Tang Li turned his head and saw the shell's biological older sister, Tang Zi.
Tang Zi was thirty-eight this year. By Outer Earth's average life expectancy, she was no longer young, yet she had a tall, graceful figure, fair skin, and a voluptuous, striking beauty. She always smiled gently, and when she looked at someone attentively, she was both charming and exceptionally good at providing emotional validation. Perhaps that was precisely why, in recent years, she had firmly wrapped Du Shicai—Executive Officer Kang's chief "ghostwriter"—around her finger as his mistress, paving Tang Li's path upward.
Yet some things were not so simple.
The current Tang Li was no longer merely Tang Li. From what Ronan knew through the soul inhabiting this shell, Tang Zi's ability to "wrap up" Du Shicai might have been the result of more complicated factors.
The former Tang Li had been too dismissive of this point, while Tang Zi herself was difficult to judge. But one thing was clear: on the Altar Spiderweb that had just spread out, the emotional coloration of the node corresponding to this lady's mind was somewhat misaligned with the smile she displayed. Moreover, the vital essence stirred by her emotions was forming an unusually strong connection with another person more than ten meters away, reaching a state close to symbiosis.
Following that abnormal connection, Ronan looked in that direction.
Tang Zi spoke at just the right moment. "Lao Du was looking for you just now, but you vanished the moment he turned around. So you came here to daydream. Is the pressure at your new unit too much? Hmm, from what I've