"You always..."
"Yeah."
Isis nodded again.
So, Ji Jue's originally erect posture gradually slumped, intuitively raising his hand to wipe sweat, hesitating, "You..."
"It's all been recorded."
Isis, as if prophetic, answered the unasked question, adding, "Yes, all of it."
"Wha-what all?"
Ji Jue stiffly turned his head, looking at the bare wall, "Don't say things I don't understand..."
"Including the precious footage of you linking arms with the Peacekeeping Cat singing the Yunzhou Mountain Song last week when you were idle."
As Isis spoke, the dark screen suddenly lit up. In the workshop scene, a craftsman in big shorts and bare-chested, having solved a tricky problem, was so excited that he embraced the temporary cleaner cat next to him and danced and sang: "Hajimi no nanbei mung bean, Asika nalu haya kui..."
Snap!
The screen shattered.
