"Wait a second," Yi Chilian called out to her.
Sui Yi turned around.
Yi Chilian stood with his hands behind his back, his sword-like eyebrows arching as if in flight, leisurely watching her, "Aren't you always the one who dislikes owing favors? Now that I've sent you a basket of fruit, you should send me a basket of fruit in return someday. This is called reciprocity."
Didn't you see the brain hemorrhage-like expressions on the faces of the people behind you?
Sui Yi found it somewhat amusing and actually laughed, nodding, "All right."
"You can't just send me anything... It has to be something I like. I'll think about it and let you know. Otherwise, if you send me something I don't like to eat, it's still me who's the unlucky one," Yi Chilian spoke with a somewhat biting tone.
Sui Yi couldn't quite figure out what the other person was thinking, so she fell silent for a moment before agreeing and then left.
