Chen Enci looked down quietly and responded, "What?"
Quickly, Chen Enci reached into her backpack behind her, took out her pink water bottle, and handed it to the boy, "Here."
The boy looked down at the shockingly pink bottle in her hand, and after a moment she said, ".... I'm 22 years old, not 3 years old."
Was that a jab implying she's childish?
A bit unhappy, Chen Enci forced a sweet smile on her face, thinking she might be dealing with her future landlord, "Do you have a glass in your house? I can pour you a drink... and if you don't, that's fine, a cup you use to rinse your mouth will do too..."
Again, looking at her, the boy fixed his gaze on her for a few seconds longer than before, then he leaned lazily against the door frame, "What are you peddling?"
Chen Enci: "...I'm not a salesperson."
"So... are you here to fix the toilet?"
Chen Enci took a deep breath, masking her annoyance with an even sweeter smile, "No, big brother, I actually came here to rent the place."