"I found this place by chance a few days ago when I was walking around on my off day. It's quite good, right?"
"Haha. You're right, you're right. The fried chicken here is very tasty." Yu Xiuran laughed awkwardly, doing his best to ignore the dagger-like stare from the agent of Feng Xi. He moved uncomfortably on the plastic chair but stopped himself once he felt it dangerously creaking under his weight.
'...' For fuck's sake– he barely weighs 50 kgs! What kind of shoddy chair would complain under that level of weight? Was it made of glass or what?
"I have to say– Mr. Yu is quite generous." hearing the caustic tone of Feng Xue, Yu Xiuran jerked out of his trance and sat up straight in his chair. He had to admit, he was quite scared of this woman. She looked even shorter than him– but seeing her behaving in this manner, he was reminded of a certain female devil who'd regularly wreak havoc in his life. In other words– his older sister.
