Feng Jun sized up Yu Qingzhu, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint smile, "Speaking of which... can you make decisions on this matter?"
A hint of dissatisfaction flashed through Yu Qingzhu's eyes, though her facial expression remained unchanged. She spoke softly, "It depends on what it is... If it's something big, definitely not. Can we talk somewhere else? I don't want to disturb my grandfather."
The two moved to the living room of the front building. Feng Jun first casually brewed himself a cup of tea, then took out a cigarette and lit it.
Yu Qingzhu then proactively suggested, "How about we talk under the eaves?"
She disapproved of Feng Jun smoking; she didn't want her grandfather inhaling second-hand smoke, but as it was his house, she couldn't say this outright.
Feng Jun vaguely guessed her intentions and didn't refuse, picking up a chair and heading outside.
