“Please excuse me. I just realized I had some urgent errands to run.” Ploy grabbed her handbag and got up from the dining table.
“Hey… You just ate a little. What’s so urgent? Let's eat first." New asked Ploy worriedly.
“No, I lost all my appetite.” Finished, Ploy walked out of the table without greeting Gun. The young man was not stupid enough to not know that Ploy was still angry with him. But let her be… Now he was not in the mood to apologize to anyone. His aim was only to perform the astral projection.
“What’s wrong? Just when we left the lecture room, she said she was hungry,” New muttered.
Gun sat down across from his friend and spoke up. “Ploy is still upset with me about my refusal to move out of that house.”