Ji Fanyin was delighted by this turn of events.
If Bai Zhou were to go game with Ji Xinxin… wouldn’t I be able to get off work right now?
She listened intently to Bai Zhou and Ji Xinxin’s conversation by the corner, but other than the initial greeting, Bai Zhou hardly said a word at all. He was quietly listening to the other party’s words, only occasionally squeaking out a response.
Ji Fanyin stroked her chin contemplatively.
Did the two of them get into an argument? Even if Bai Zhou was in a bad mood, his spirits would usually be quickly raised with a call from Ji Xinxin.
This doesn’t make sense. I must have missed out on some clues or developments.
The call ended while Ji Fanyin was still deep in thought. He stared at his phone intently before fiddling with it a little.
Ji Fanyin waited in anticipation for him to call her and say ‘You need not come anymore’. To her disappointment, Bai Zhou locked his screen and slipped his phone into his pocket.
Ji Fanyin: “…” Fine, I was being too optimistic.
She took two steps back from the corner before casually making her way toward Bai Zhou. She stopped right in front of him and asked, “In a bad mood?”
Bai Zhou had already raised his head to look at her while she was still several steps away, but he appeared to be a little out of it.
Upon hearing the question, he lowered his head and said, “… I want to talk with you, big sis.”
“Here?” asked Ji Fanyin with her hands behind her back. “I guess I can accompany you while you smoke a few cigarettes.”
Bai Zhou took off his helmet and spoke with a hint of anxiety in his voice, “I won’t smoke. Don’t you hate the smell of cigarettes?”
“It’s a special privilege just for you,” coaxed Ji Fanyin.
Bai Zhou looked at her, but he shook his head in the end. He took out his key and stood upright, saying, “Let’s talk upstairs.”
In truth, Ji Fanyin carried a bottle of pepper spray wherever she went. She had also placed the local police station on her phone’s quick dial too.
While she did know a bit of martial arts and would be able to protect herself even if her client suddenly went on a rampage, it was still better to be prepared.
For the time being, Bai Zhou still seemed to be in a normal state.
While walking over to the lift, Ji Fanyin rummaged through her bag and took out a fruit candy. “Give me your hand.”
Bai Zhou was waiting for the lift with his hands in his pockets. His body stiffened for a moment from the abrupt request before he obediently stretched his hand forth. He tilted his head sideward with a reluctant look on his face as he grumbled, “… What do you want?”
Ji Fanyin placed the sweet on his palm and said, “I want to give you a sweet.”
Bai Zhou could feel a slight prick from the sweet wrapper on his hand. He clenched his fist tightly together and roared angrily, “I’m already 19 years old!”
“What’s wrong with that? Even people in their nineties eat sweets,” replied Ji Fanyin doubtfully. “Give it back if you don’t want it.”
Bai Zhou hurriedly unwrapped the sweet and popped the candy right into his mouth before harrumphing, “Nope!”
Ji Fanyin: “…” Is Bai Zhou the kind of person whose mental maturity plummets whenever he gets angry?
There was a ‘ding’, and the lift arrived. Bai Zhou strode into the lift with such a forceful demeanor that it looked almost as if he was going to tear the place down.
Ji Fanyin followed him in as she took out her phone to search for something.
The lift was bright and spacious, and there were mirrors on both sides. While Ji Fanyin was searching for an app, she noticed Bai Zhou staring at her with a displeased look on his face.
So, before the client could start complaining, Ji Fanyin took the initiative to ask first, “Have you eaten yet?”
Bai Zhou: “…”
Whatever words that he was intending to say earlier ended up being stifled in his throat. It was a while before he finally muttered, “Not yet.”
Ji Fanyin had also figured as much.
It just so happened that she hadn’t eaten yet, so she could reasonably freeload off him for dinner.
“What do you want to eat? I’ll get some ingredients and cook for you.” Ji Fanyin tapped into the supermarket delivery app and browsed through the ingredients available. “Is it still French cuisine like last time or…”
“I want usual home-cooked meals,” replied Bai Zhou firmly.
Ji Fanyin regretfully removed the premium steak cut from her shopping cart.
What a pity.
Ji Fanyin was delighted by this turn of events.
If Bai Zhou were to go game with Ji Xinxin… wouldn’t I be able to get off work right now?
She listened intently to Bai Zhou and Ji Xinxin’s conversation by the corner, but other than the initial greeting, Bai Zhou hardly said a word at all. He was quietly listening to the other party’s words, only occasionally squeaking out a response.
Ji Fanyin stroked her chin contemplatively.
Did the two of them get into an argument? Even if Bai Zhou was in a bad mood, his spirits would usually be quickly raised with a call from Ji Xinxin.
This doesn’t make sense. I must have missed out on some clues or developments.
The call ended while Ji Fanyin was still deep in thought. He stared at his phone intently before fiddling with it a little.
Ji Fanyin waited in anticipation for him to call her and say ‘You need not come anymore’. To her disappointment, Bai Zhou locked his screen and slipped his phone into his pocket.
Ji Fanyin: “…” Fine, I was being too optimistic.
She took two steps back from the corner before casually making her way toward Bai Zhou. She stopped right in front of him and asked, “In a bad mood?”
Bai Zhou had already raised his head to look at her while she was still several steps away, but he appeared to be a little out of it.
Upon hearing the question, he lowered his head and said, “… I want to talk with you, big sis.”
“Here?” asked Ji Fanyin with her hands behind her back. “I guess I can accompany you while you smoke a few cigarettes.”
Bai Zhou took off his helmet and spoke with a hint of anxiety in his voice, “I won’t smoke. Don’t you hate the smell of cigarettes?”
“It’s a special privilege just for you,” coaxed Ji Fanyin.
Bai Zhou looked at her, but he shook his head in the end. He took out his key and stood upright, saying, “Let’s talk upstairs.”
In truth, Ji Fanyin carried a bottle of pepper spray wherever she went. She had also placed the local police station on her phone’s quick dial too.
While she did know a bit of martial arts and would be able to protect herself even if her client suddenly went on a rampage, it was still better to be prepared.
For the time being, Bai Zhou still seemed to be in a normal state.
While walking over to the lift, Ji Fanyin rummaged through her bag and took out a fruit candy. “Give me your hand.”
Bai Zhou was waiting for the lift with his hands in his pockets. His body stiffened for a moment from the abrupt request before he obediently stretched his hand forth. He tilted his head sideward with a reluctant look on his face as he grumbled, “… What do you want?”
Ji Fanyin placed the sweet on his palm and said, “I want to give you a sweet.”
Bai Zhou could feel a slight prick from the sweet wrapper on his hand. He clenched his fist tightly together and roared angrily, “I’m already 19 years old!”
“What’s wrong with that? Even people in their nineties eat sweets,” replied Ji Fanyin doubtfully. “Give it back if you don’t want it.”
Bai Zhou hurriedly unwrapped the sweet and popped the candy right into his mouth before harrumphing, “Nope!”
Ji Fanyin: “…” Is Bai Zhou the kind of person whose mental maturity plummets whenever he gets angry?
There was a ‘ding’, and the lift arrived. Bai Zhou strode into the lift with such a forceful demeanor that it looked almost as if he was going to tear the place down.
Ji Fanyin followed him in as she took out her phone to search for something.
The lift was bright and spacious, and there were mirrors on both sides. While Ji Fanyin was searching for an app, she noticed Bai Zhou staring at her with a displeased look on his face.
So, before the client could start complaining, Ji Fanyin took the initiative to ask first, “Have you eaten yet?”
Bai Zhou: “…”
Whatever words that he was intending to say earlier ended up being stifled in his throat. It was a while before he finally muttered, “Not yet.”
Ji Fanyin had also figured as much.
It just so happened that she hadn’t eaten yet, so she could reasonably freeload off him for dinner.
“What do you want to eat? I’ll get some ingredients and cook for you.” Ji Fanyin tapped into the supermarket delivery app and browsed through the ingredients available. “Is it still French cuisine like last time or…”
“I want usual home-cooked meals,” replied Bai Zhou firmly.
Ji Fanyin regretfully removed the premium steak cut from her shopping cart.
What a pity.
