Jiang Jiamian shook his head. "What's so bad about going barefoot? You haven't even seen what real no-good looks like."
Zhou Mushen's eyes flickered in confusion. "What? What counts as no good?"
Wearing his slippers, Jiang Jiamian shuffled out from the balcony and dropped onto the already-clean sofa, his waist sinking deeply into it. "Do you know what I do for a living?"
Zhou Mushen shook his head. "No. However, our company's employees are required to maintain excellent professional ethics. One of the most important rules is that we do not pry into our employers' private affairs. We simply do our jobs."
"Your job?" Jiang Jiamian scoffed. "I'd believe that coming from anyone else, but from you? Not a chance. Let me ask you something. Is it your job to force me to go for a walk after eating, even when I don't want to? Is it your job to demand I put on the slippers when I don't want to wear them?"
Zhou Mushen: "…"
