"Lately Dongsheng seems to always be talking about his apprentice. I know you dote on her, but can we change the subject? I'm getting sick of hearing about it."
An Zhizhen rested her chin in her hand, her legs crossed under the table swung listlessly back and forth, with her naked toes, sans slippers, casually nudging the knee of the man sitting opposite.
"Exactly."
Yi Qingyan, rarely agreeing with Sister Zhi Zhen, looked towards her brother with a cold gaze—or rather, she would only side with the woman she disliked on this issue.
"...It's just finding an assistant."
Cen Dongsheng, after covertly being kicked several times, and then teased with a few strokes on his thigh by the woman's toes, really wanted to reach down and seize the "swimming fish" tormenting him and rub it hard as punishment.
Unfortunately, it wasn't just the two of them at the table. Little Sister Qingyan was watching like a hawk from the side, so he could only pretend to feel nothing.
