Lu Ban didn't choose a coffee shop like Moonbucks or Beemile, not because he was worried the Journalist would expect him to pick up the tab, but mainly because the coffee in those places was mediocre at best, and since they were in public, he couldn't really relax, he saw no need to boost the sales of those pretentious shops.
Instead, he invited the Journalist to his own home.
Fortunately, the Journalist was a guy, so it wasn't a big deal.
Um?
Why did it feel like there might be a problem?
Never mind.
Lu Ban heard his phone ring and saw it was a call from the Journalist. He answered and directed him upstairs.
The furniture at home had been completely renewed; Lu Ban had gone to the furniture store with his supernatural housemate to buy it, matching their aesthetic. Because of this, the furniture store staff had given Lu Ban strange looks.
"Please, come in, come in."
