Within the lift, Chu Mubei looked at Shi Guang, whose entire face was stoic right now. "Say, Little Sister Shi Guang, how can your face look so terrible in front of such a hunk like me? Shouldn't you be smiling instead?"
Shi Guang looked at him. "Young Master Chu, please don't come and act all chummy with me. We're really NOT that close."
"AHH!!!" Chu Mubei let out a pained look and even tugged at his own collar exaggeratedly. "Little Sister Shi Guang, you're so cold! So cruel!"
Shi Guang's face was so black that three wrinkles appeared on her forehead. "…You're overacting, Young Master Chu."
Chu Mubei smiled with a face full of glee. His gaze slighted over the plastic bag in Shi Guang's hand before looking at the buttons in the lift—she had not pressed for the eleventh floor.
