"So," Jia Molei shot a disdainful glare at the unwanted guest who had forcefully occupied the long couch in his office. "Why the fuck are you still here? You told me last night to take you in because you didn't want to disturb that brat's sleep, but it's morning now. Get your ass out of this place before I kick you out!"
"Is this how you treat a friend whom you have not seen for a year, Doctor Jia?" He Juan clicked his tongue in mock dissatisfaction, but he made no effort to move from the couch. With his long legs dangling on the edge and hands clasped on top of his stomach, he stared up at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.
"What?" Jia Molei replied in sarcasm. "Do you need me to throw you a return party or something, Mr. Busy Man? I remember that you couldn't wait to get away soon enough from this place last time, so what did you still come here for?!"
