This Is My Good Wallet... I Mean, Good Buddy Aventurine / Receptionist: Haha, let's bail, guys-the other side brought an Aeon

"Brother!"

The one who had arrived was Robin.

Her usual elegant composure was nowhere to be seen. Looking slightly disheveled, she was completely unlike the superstar renowned across multiple star systems.

Sunday's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. He gently set the pen in his hand beside the ink bottle with a soft click. Raising his eyes to his rarely flustered sister, he spoke as steadily as ever, with a hint of helplessness. "How many times have I told you not to rush into things? The sky isn't falling. Whatever it is, say it slowly."

He rose and walked over to a small round table nearby, expertly pouring a cup of Calming Flower Tea at just the right temperature. The porcelain cup and saucer clinked with a crisp, pleasant sound.

He handed the teacup to Robin as its warm fragrance wafted through the air. "Have some tea first. Calm down."

Seeing her brother acting as though even if the sky fell, they should have tea before discussing it, Robin was so anxious she nearly stomped her foot.

She took the teacup but merely touched it to her lips before immediately setting it down. The porcelain clinked more heavily than usual. "Brother! This isn't the time for that!"

Sunday had already returned to his broad office chair. Unhurriedly, he picked up his own cup and took a shallow sip, the rich aroma spreading over his tongue.

He lifted his eyelids, his tone still calm and unhurried. "Don't panic. Tell me, what could possibly leave our superstar so flustered?"

Robin took a deep breath, her voice rising slightly with urgency. "Something's wrong, Brother! Mo Wang—Mo Wang is here!"

"Cough—!!"

The tea Sunday had not yet swallowed went straight down his windpipe. Covering his mouth, he coughed violently. His ever-meticulous composure cracked for a moment,