"Evil Poison decontamination" took a lot of time, and he could hardly resort to the "Death Announcer Bird" at every turn.
Naturally, by the time Ronan and Raven arrived home, dinner time was long past.
The family said nothing about it. Food had been left for them in the kitchen, even if "Old Mo" had cooked it. The notebooks, already sealed up, had all been brought out but left unopened. They were waiting for Ronan.
Only Shuqing Luo and Mo Ya were in the living room.
Mo Peng was now a hardcore "Dream World" player. He studied and played in there, heading straight into his room whenever he got home. Neither parent interfered. Seven times as much time was persuasive enough, after all.
As for his uncle, Mo Haihang...
Ronan and Raven were not the only ones coming home late today. The family's breadwinner had also been miserably stuck working overtime—even though people practically put him on a pedestal now, he still had to stay with his subordinates when they worked late, didn't he?
Lately, SCA operating beyond capacity had become the norm.
Ronan couldn't help making a few snide remarks about that, though they were directed not at his uncle, but at a superior several levels above him:
"We're actually not the last ones home... Grand Executive Officer He seems to have inherited quite a mess."
"He should count himself lucky! Here in Xia City, public opinion has only made things a little harder for him. Over on the New Continent, things have gone straight into chaos."
Home early for once, Mo Ya sprawled shamelessly across the long sofa, her long legs stretched sideways and occupying half the chaise section too. Only Raven could have squeezed into the remaining space.
But the young girl had already taken it upon