"Where have you been?" Fat Orange jumped off the table and blocked Levin's way.
But Levin stepped over him, went upstairs, threw himself on the bed, and covered his head with a blanket.
"Meow meow..."
Kitty sent a message, and Fat Orange came to the bedroom, lifted the blankets with his paws, and said gravely, "You went to the headquarters to ask Tiffany about Sunshine Circus's whereabouts, and you also asked about Gina... They are in trouble, aren't they?"
"Are you spying on me?!"
Levin, with eyes red, grabbed Fat Orange, his voice trembling.
"What, now you want to take your anger out on me?" Fat Orange looked at him coldly. "Do you think this is taking responsibility? Are you even fit to be a Cardinal like me?"
Levin's lips quivered, he let go of his hand, and muttered to himself as he lay back down, "I shouldn't have joined... If I hadn't joined... it wouldn't have come to this...."
