Night fell.
After tossing and turning in bed, Su Ping finally sat straight up.
Although he had some experience from both his past and present lives, what had happened tonight had been a little too bizarre.
He was also certain that the paper figure had definitely mutated.
Otherwise, why would it have metal-type abilities?
But compared with those spatial ripples, the little paper figure that might have mutated really did seem like nothing much.
What on earth had that thing been?
Unable to sleep, and having failed to find any answers online, Su Ping opened his phone and dialed a number.
It was neither Qin Xiaoxue nor anyone else, but the person closest to him in this world, without exception.
His father, Su Anyong.
Ever since his dad had gone to Beihan City, Su Ping had occasionally sent a message to check in, but that had been about it.
Su Anyong seemed to have forgotten that he still had a son and a family business.
After all these years, though, Su Ping had long since grown used to his rather unreliable father.
But with what had happened today, and the Skycloud Group getting involved as well, Su Ping really had no idea where to start.
Unfortunately, the phone rang for a full minute without anyone answering.
Anyone else might have assumed he was asleep, or wondered whether he had run into danger.
Su Ping clearly paid it no mind, however. Before long, instead of a return call, a message came through.
Su Anyong: [What's up?]
Su Ping: [Can't we talk on the phone?]
Su Anyong: [Not convenient.]
Su Ping: [?]
Su Anyong: [Just fell asleep. Better not wake her.]
Su Ping: [Smooth.]
Su Ping: [You really went off to find me a stepmom?]
Su Anyong: [Of course. Your second grandpa