"Clack—"
The sound of a lighter hitting the table interrupted their conversation.
Both turned their heads, casting their gaze at Shi Wei.
With a cold glare, Shi Wei looked at them, "Finished talking?"
The more they talked, the more excited and bizarre it became, and he was getting fed up with these two adolescents.
"Master Shi, please don't be angry." Xu Linchuan raised a teacup with both hands, offering it to him with a grin, "Here, have a cup of tea to cool down."
This master's temper was bad, and when he got mad, it was deadly.
Even though their relationship was solid, Xu Linchuan still felt a bit intimidated by him.
The tea was still steaming hot.
Shi Wei took the cup, and as he lowered his head, the rising mist dampened his eyelashes, making him appear much softer.
He took a sip of the tea, about to put the cup down, when he heard Jin Yunzhi say, "Brother Wei, your collection has so many treasures, aren't you afraid the Prince of Divine Thief would pay you a visit?"
"I'm afraid he'll come alive, but not return alive."
A ruthless glint flashed in Shi Wei's eyes, undetected and then vanished.
Joke, his things, without his permission, who dares to touch?
"Yes, yes, yes, Master Shi is right!" Xu Linchuan immediately chimed in.
Knowing he wasn't interested in the topic, Xu Linchuan didn't bring it up again.
Thinking it had been some time since they last met, he hurriedly called for two bottles of red wine, planning to have a few drinks.
He said it was drinking lightly, but as they drank, even until late at night, they hadn't left Lanting Square.
**
Yu Family Villa.
The room at the corner of the third floor was still lit.
A plain black laptop with no logos was placed on the low table by the window.
Yu Zhi brought a glass of water to the table, sat up straight, and focused intensely on the keyboard.
A whole screen of English letters and strange symbols appeared instantly, her hands moved swiftly, and within a few minutes, a progress bar popped up on the screen.
Yu Zhi took a sip of water, picked a candy from a glass box, popped it in her mouth, leaned back lazily in the chair, waiting for the progress bar to fill up.
[Is it done?]
A row of bold black text popped up at the bottom left corner of the desktop.
Yu Zhi glanced at it, did not immediately reply, but waited until the progress bar was full before pressing two keys to send the stuff over.
'Knock knock knock—'
The sound of knocking came at this moment.
The door opened, and there was Yuan Li standing at the entrance with a glass of milk.
With a smile on her face, she said, "Little Zhi, I warmed you some milk."
"Thank you."
Yu Zhi took it, the rich aroma of the milk drifted into her nose, she lowered her eyes, her expression indifferent.
"Why are you being polite with me?" Yuan Li chided gently, patting her arm lightly.
That kind of invisible intimacy, as if treating her like her own daughter.
Yu Zhi didn't like her touch, retreating half a step back, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.
She held the cup in one hand, the other hand still on the door handle, as if ready to close the door at any moment.
Yuan Li didn't mind her attitude and continued to remind, "Little Zhi, remember to drink the milk before sleep, I won't bother your rest."
"Mm."
Yu Zhi locked the door, raised the cup slightly, and shook it.
Her movement completely exposed the layer of yellow sediment at the bottom of the cup.
Yu Zhi chuckled lightly, walked to the bathroom, and poured all the milk into the toilet.