Alexander Summers walked over, picked up a piece of gold foil paper, and was just about to look at it when Atra Blanc slapped the back of his hand.
"Don't touch things without washing your hands," Atra chided.
With a sullen expression, Alexander withdrew his hand and asked, "Mom, why did you go out to buy these things when it's sweltering outside?"
Bowing her head as she folded ritual ingots, Atra's voice was indifferent, "Because I feel guilty towards Purple's mother, so I bought some ingots to burn for her, to seek some peace of mind for myself."
Alexander's mouth twitched. Was he really that bad?
Purple looked at the thick stack of gold foil paper and couldn't help asking, "Mom, how many ingots are you going to fold?"
Atra replied, "150."
"... Let my brother and me help you fold them," Purple said cautiously, watching Atra's mood, "If we fold together, it will be faster to finish."