Yuan Liang seemed to be at the hospital; his voice echoed when he spoke. He asked Jiang Qingli to head over after she had breakfast.
After hanging up, Jiang Qingli hugged her comforter and rolled over once on the bed.
'Thank goodness, Que Feiling is okay.'
A smile on her face, she finished washing up and walked into the closet. She picked out a practical outfit of a short-sleeved shirt and long pants, then opened the military's internal network.
'Time to... pick my nutrient solution for breakfast.'
Her finger swiped helplessly across the screen as she debated between grape or lime flavor. Suddenly, her terminal vibrated a few times.
Ye Linyuan: [Done?]
Jiang Qingli: [?]
'This guy even hacked the internal network?'
'It makes the military district look like a sieve. Anyone can just waltz in.'
Ye Linyuan, unaware of the girl's inner monologue, simply sent a short message: [Front door.]
