"Damn Fatty, just talk. There is no need to sing for me." Su Bai glanced at the little fella who was sleeping soundly on Aroma's shoulder. "How the hell am I going to sing this song to my son in the future?"
"Cheh, you're still on about that." Fatty did not take it to heart. Munching sounds still could be heard; he should be eating while talking to Su Bai on the phone.
"Why didn't Dreadful Radio issue a reality task to me?" Su Bai asked. He remembered that a reality task was issued for Wang Xue's case.
"Oh, perhaps Dreadful Radio finds it a trivial matter. You have to know that there are people dying every second and every minute in this world. Some people's death might attract political upheaval, other people's death are no different from any cat or dog which died on the streets."
"En, what I mean is, god knows what Dreadful Radio is thinking. There might be another possibility: the reality task had been issued, but not to you."