An Tingxue was very persuasive, and Lu Xiaoxiao also trusted Xiao Yichen's judgment of people quite a bit. In the end, she agreed to let An Tingxue go into the storage room alone and try talking to Lu Bochen.
While they were talking, Lu Xiaoxiao naturally had nothing else to do, but she couldn't really leave without worrying, either. So she lay on the living room sofa, scrolling through her phone as she waited.
She looked relaxed, but 037 was rather worried.
"Host, what are you planning to do about that business with the Original Host? Are we really just going to do nothing?"
"What could we even do? We don't know how to get into that space." Lu Xiaoxiao stared at her phone without blinking, leisurely swinging her legs where they rested on the sofa's armrest. Her posture was utterly relaxed. "Didn't I tell you upstairs? All we need to do now is wait. Wait until she wants to see me again."
Half an hour earlier.
When Lu Xiaoxiao suddenly uttered her own name, she had actually given 037 quite a fright.
It happened to be using its human form at the time. The Blond-Locked Boy's already large eyes instantly went perfectly round. A second later, it sucked in a sharp breath, every hair on its body standing on end. Even the cowlick on its head sprang upright as though it had a life of its own. It looked just like a startled little golden lion.
"W-w-w-what?! Host, don't tell ghost stories in broad daylight! Didn't the Original Host kill herself by taking pills ages ago? My database records it perfectly clearly... If she hadn't really died, you couldn't possibly have transmigrated here to replace her! Even if we wanted to do that, the world consciousness would never allow