The way he'd hurried off left Changbei utterly baffled.
Changbei stood there, lost in thought as he stared at the hovercar's tail fin.
"What are you still looking at?"
"We still have work to do. Let's get to the office, or we'll be heading home late again."
"Who cares if it's late? I'm thinking about something important!"
"...What's so important?"
"Qiudao, don't you think the Admiral has been acting strange lately?"
"?"
Early February was drawing to a close, and the army's deployment was just around the corner. As the legion's second-in-command strategist, Qiudao had been swamped with work. Changbei, in contrast, though also a vice-admiral, served more as a vanguard on the battlefield and had been relatively free lately.
And with idle hands comes mischief.
"You haven't noticed at all?"
"What was I supposed to notice?"
Changbei gave him a peculiar look. "You haven't noticed the Admiral spacing out all the time lately?"
