[Jinjing doesn't seem to care, let alone notice that Ivan was glaring at him and Zhenya. He releases Zhenya and starts a conversation, asking things like 'How are you' or 'What is your master like.']

[China shifts the bag of rice in his arms before pinching the bridge of his nose.]

You have no idea, aru... The fact that all of them, except one, work for other countries just makes things more complicated amongst us.