She immediately spoke up.
Chen was mildly surprised. "One of your parents was from Yan?"
"Ha ha ha..." She laughed awkwardly.
"Forget it, off you go. I really can't figure out what you angels are thinking." Chen simply assumed that a pair of Laterano parents had been obsessed with Yan culture and had named one of their daughters that.
A person's birth and name were not things she could decide for herself.
"Thanks!"
Xiao Huasheng thanked the two of them, then scampered off at a run.
What no one noticed was this.
With the visa Chen had unwittingly issued, Xiao Huasheng, an undocumented resident, had effectively gained a complete identity.
In the end, Xiao Huasheng had unexpectedly obtained a Yan visa.
In Terra, a world with enormous population movement, not everyone could get a stable visa.
That was why those refugees worked themselves to the bone trying to enter Lungmen—for this very identity.
Having that identity meant receiving Yan's protection.
"She seemed awfully busy," Hoshiguma muttered.
"Angels have huge expenses. No idea why they spend money all day long," Chen concluded.
"By the way, when did an apple pie get here?"
Hoshiguma looked curiously into the guard booth, where a dessert had been left behind.
Chen's eyes widened slightly. When had that angel put it there?
She had actually slipped past both of their notice?
Her strength was completely different from the cheerful, carefree image she presented.
No wonder she could keep taking commissions outside.
"Does this count as bribery?" Hoshiguma realized Xiao Huasheng had left it and asked Chen.
"If you're not eating it, I am."
Chen took small bites of the pie, drawing Hoshiguma's protest.
"I want a bite too..."
Penguin Logistics.
During their downtime, almost every day was a joyous party.
Penguin Logistics' office was unusually quiet