Face Slapping? Need Your Brother To Control the Situation For You?

The weather turned chilly with the onset of autumn.

It was cold riding a skateboard outside.

When Fu Jiu entered the bar, she directly straightened up her collar.

The youngster was here when the machines broke the last time, so the boss of the internet café had a deep impression of Fu Jiu.

"Half an hour again this time?" The boss smoked a cigarette with his head down, busily doing something else. "No need for a deposit. That one is open, just go ahead."

Fu Jiu found the boss interesting when she first met him, so she had come back to the same bar a second time. "It will be a little longer this time—until 12, so give me a good one."

"Doing what? Playing computer games?" The boss lifted his head. His jawline looked quite cool.

"Hmm." Fu Jiu's mouth was half-frowning, and her eyes were still cold.