Fang Junjie looked stunned at Fu Xiaotang, who was trying hard not to laugh and blinked innocently at him. Zhang Yindi couldn’t help but laugh, “It’s rare to see Young Master Junjie at a loss. Xiaotang, I thought you were too gentle to match this seemingly innocent but actually cunning young master, but you’ve shown that steel can be wrapped in silk. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger. Uncle and I can finally be at ease.” Fang Junjie, half-smiling, nodded, “Good, Xiaotang, you’ve played me like this in front of Tenth Brother and Third Sister. We’ll settle this when we get back!” The phrase “慢慢儿算账” was deliberately spoken with a sing-song tone, making one wonder about the methods he might employ. Fu Xiaotang bit her lip and looked at Zhang Yindi with hopeful eyes, “Teacher, I miss you. Can I stay here tonight?” Even Zhang Rong couldn’t help but burst into laughter, waving his hand, “Sure, sure, Xiaotang, my dear girl, this is your home. You can stay as long as you want. If Ah-Zun dares to misbehave here, I’ll throw him out.” When Fu Xiaotang turned her head, she provocatively raised her chin at Fang Junjie, letting out a soft “hum.”
Fang Junjie watched as the corners of her mouth curved into a childlike expression of triumph, which made him want to scoop her up into his arms. Alas, what to do? It seemed he couldn’t do without her, yet there were many things waiting for him to handle. Thinking of this, Fang Junjie furrowed his brows slightly, his expression turning serious.
Fu Xiaotang had expected some reaction from Fang Junjie, but to her surprise, he said nothing, prompting her to reflect if she had gone too far. Without much thought, she reached out to hold Fang Junjie’s hand, “What’s wrong… are you upset? I’m not that petty…” Fang Junjie smiled, “This silly girl, but… you should come to Tenth Brother’s place more often, it would be best if you could live here long-term…”
