Seeing the sparkle in Feather Song's eyes as she eagerly surveyed her surroundings, Laisa suddenly felt a chill run down her back. She quickly changed the topic, saying, "Speaking of which, Little Song, it seems like you didn't wear your work uniform today. Did you just change out of it?"
"Nope, Jun Wu gave Cleo a hard time this afternoon and gave us half a day off. Tsk tsk, who knew that unlucky kid actually had quite the background."
Shrugging her shoulders, Feather Song spoke with a hint of regret, "If I had known earlier, I would've gotten closer to him. Oh well, there's plenty of time. I'll take it slow in the future."
"Cleo?"
Of course, Laisa knew who this was. Yet, in her impression, he was just someone constantly bossed around by Jun Wu, and who, in recent days, had been reduced to a state akin to a soul-drained corpse—a figure of little to no significance. Intrigued, she asked, "What kind of background does he have?"
