“I’m a god!” The man in a tracksuit declared with boundless energy. Xue Yin silently turned away from the client: Please, let it be any god but this good-for-nothing god of mine. Maybe then people will notice him even less!
Xue Yin’s inner monologue is basically all sorts of delusions (crossed out) little schemes about clearing the boy’s name. I’ll keep everyone as in character as possible!
