"Young Master Ji, it has been clearly sorted." At this moment, a woman dressed in black walked in from the shop's entrance, came to the man's side, and spoke respectfully.
The man nodded, his deep eyes like ancient pools gazing ahead at the boy lazily eating pineapple rice. The boy's delicate face was partially hidden by the reversed baseball cap, those half-lidded starry eyes carrying a touch of coldness.
Thinking about what the boy had said earlier, the man chuckled silently. Speaking of money so straightforwardly was quite interesting.
"Boss, that guy is staring at you," Meng Chi approached Bi Xia and whispered.
Bi Xia lifted his eyes slightly, "Let him look then, I'm good-looking, they're envious, what's a god like me supposed to do."
Pfft—
