"Young Master Ji, it has been clearly sorted." At this moment, a woman dressed in black walked in from the shop’s entrance, came to the man’s side, and spoke respectfully.
The man nodded, his deep eyes like ancient pools gazing ahead at the boy lazily eating pineapple rice. The boy’s delicate face was partially hidden by the reversed baseball cap, those half-lidded starry eyes carrying a touch of coldness.
Thinking about what the boy had said earlier, the man chuckled silently. Speaking of money so straightforwardly was quite interesting.
"Boss, that guy is staring at you," Meng Chi approached Bi Xia and whispered.
Bi Xia lifted his eyes slightly, "Let him look then, I’m good-looking, they’re envious, what’s a god like me supposed to do."
Pfft—
Qu Zian and Wen Yian couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Bi Xia shrugged his shoulders, picked up his phone, read the message he had just received, licked his lips, took Meng Chi’s sunglasses hanging from the back of his head and put them on, stood up slowly, his voice different from the earlier frivolous tone, now with a hint of coldness, "Let’s go."
"I’ll go pay the bill, wait here a moment," Meng Chi said.
Qu Zian poured himself a glass of water and said to Bi Xia, "The food in this Guzhui Town is quite salty."
Bi Xia lazily stretched, touched the sunglasses on his nose, and habitually touched the pendant between his collarbones, said indifferently, "Yeah, I’ve got some ideas. How about opening Xia Family Cuisine here and making Guzhui Town famous along with the Ancient Art City?"
Xia Family Cuisine?
The man’s hand paused, he looked up at Bi Xia, but Bi Xia didn’t notice. When he saw her pendant, his usually calm eyes showed a moment of fluctuation, that was...
"Boss, it’s done, let’s go," Meng Chi came back after paying the bill.
Bi Xia placed the pendant in front of his shirt, nodded, "Let’s go."
"Huh?" Meng Chi looked at Bi Xia’s collar, "Boss, did you change your pendant?"
"Hmm?" Bi Xia raised an eyebrow, "Just changed it, let’s go."
"Ji Qiutang."
The calm voice rang out slowly, Bi Xia paused and turned to look at him, "What?"
The man smiled lightly, "Ji Qiutang, that’s my name."
Bi Xia blinked, "Oh, goodbye."
"Shouldn’t you return the courtesy?" Ji Qiutang asked with a smile.
"Is your name a courtesy?" Bi Xia crossed his arms, "Sorry, I’m not interested in useless courtesies."
"Hmm..." Ji Qiutang thought for a moment, "Ji Qiutang is a pretty useful name in the antique world, if you’re planning to build an Ancient Art City, maybe..."
"Bi Xia!"
"Hmm?"
Ji Qiutang blinked at the boy who was suddenly in front of him. The boy smiled reservedly, "Returning the courtesy, Bi Xia."
Looking at the boy’s expression, Ji Qiutang couldn’t help but laugh lightly, he extended his hand, "Nice to meet you." Saying that, his eyes fell on the pendant, "This necklace is beautiful."
"I think so too," Bi Xia touched his necklace, his starry eyes softened, "Well, nice to meet you, I’m off, see you if fate allows."
Watching Bi Xia leave without hesitation, Ji Qiutang lowered his eyelids and chuckled, whispering, "A little fox."
"Young Master Ji? That necklace..." The old man beside Ji Qiutang frowned slightly.
Ji Qiutang’s smile faded, he sipped his tea lightly, "No need to say more."
Old man: "...Understood."
Outside the shop, Qu Zian looked at Bi Xia who had been expressionless since stepping out, "Little Nine?"
Bi Xia had one hand in his pocket, his starry eyes behind the sunglasses flashed a bright blue, "That Ji Qiutang, what a fake. But..."
His tightly closed red lips suddenly curved maliciously, his voice teasing, "A convenient offer, I’ll take it!"