Ronan immediately stood at attention. "Aunt..."
The middle-aged woman on the sofa was Ronan's aunt, Luo Shuqing. She was small and thin, with an ordinary appearance, and a rather quiet, serious disposition.
Before this elder, Ronan habitually lowered his head. "Aunt, you came all this way?"
"When someone refuses to come no matter how they're invited, I have to come over and check on them myself." Lady Luo Shuqing's sharp tongue was as vicious as ever, leaving Ronan speechless on the spot.
Only then did he realize why he had gotten through last night's safety check-in so easily. His aunt must have already decided then and there to come over and conduct a surprise inspection!
Well, that was Aunt's style.
Checking the time, Luo Shuqing rose to her feet. "Let's go. Your Uncle has already cooked and is waiting."
She gave Ronan no chance whatsoever to object.
Ronan still tried to struggle. "You really don't have to go to all that trouble..."
"If you know it's trouble, then stop causing trouble."
Luo Shuqing walked over to Ronan. She was nearly a head shorter than her lanky nephew, yet her presence overwhelmed him by a head. "These are extraordinary times. You've got the nerve of a thief, living in a high-rise apartment without fearing the building will collapse. But your Uncle and I are getting old. We're terrified, and we're still counting on you to come back and look after us!"
Ronan opened his mouth, only to realize he no longer had the strength to argue. He truly had no strength left—he had been going nonstop for forty hours without closing his eyes. Facing the Burning Demon Shadow, the Burners, Ability Users, the External Neuron, and Gear's secret, countless pieces of information had flooded in and collided. Then there were the