The Vast Outline Emerging

"Anyway, that was more or less what happened. Then, after we won the Team Scenario, I came out."

Wrapped entirely in a blanket with only his head exposed, Fang Ran hung from the crossbar like a cocooned silkworm, keeping company with the wind chimes. He swallowed and cautiously glanced at Ling before saying sheepishly.

Under Ling's 'torture,' Mr. Fang had ultimately failed to hold out. He could only confess everything honestly and choose leniency through confession, otherwise...

Fang Ran felt that he might really be left hanging there until the end of the month.

щ(°Д°#щ) But, buddy! Today was only the first!!

At the thought that he would have to serve as a human wind chime tied to the balcony door for the entire next month, enduring Meng Lang's mockery every day while embarrassing photos of him were sent to the Night Bureau and his family group chats,

Fang Ran surrendered without hesitation.

His life mattered, his life mattered. Besides, there was nothing wrong with a man being a little cowardly around women...

Thinking that, Fang Ran pulled out Fang DaBo's watered-down famous saying as usual to comfort himself, feeling that he had already defeated his opponent mentally.

After hearing Fang Ran's entire account of that Team Scenario, Ling sat silently at the desk in the swivel chair, her crossed legs clad in black stockings. Her contemplative presence was like that of a Queen passing judgment.

"Is that all?"

"Ah, yes. This time, I really confessed everything."

Hanging in midair, Fang Ran replied miserably. Then Ling fell briefly silent.

Through Fang Ran's words, she learned that while she had been merging with the soul projection core, what had happened in An City's Team Scenario was even more complicated than she had imagined.

For that operation, the Covenant had actually followed