The next day.
Starbucks pushed the meal cart, delivering breakfast to Yishenmali.
When she opened the door to Yishenmali's room, she saw him sitting on a chair, feet propped high on the table, his left hand resting on his head, his right arm in a splint hung across his chest,—looking utterly indifferent.
"Put your feet down, Yishenmali, you have no manners like that!" Starbucks said.
"I'm called Cha Na!" Cha Na said.
Cha Na spoke in his native tongue which Starbucks wouldn't understand without wearing an earpiece, as it sounded almost like singing.
"Don't be ungrateful, you still don't understand the meaning behind this name," Starbucks said.
"I want to return to my homeland, I want revenge…" Cha Na said.
Starbucks walked into the room and placed the tray on the table, then swatted Cha Na's calf, saying, "He must have his reasons for not helping you."
"He's a coward!" Cha Na said.
