"Wasting food is a shameful act."
Fu Qian sighed with regret as he carelessly threw his dinner into the trash bin, then pointed at the furniture piled up together.
"Moreover, doing things like this, the landlord will deduct from the deposit when you move out."
Considering there was only one person in the room, Fu Qian's demeanor was akin to confronting the air.
"This house belongs to Siren's assets; considering your actions today, they probably won't fuss over such things with you."
The next moment, the door opened on its own, and a middle-aged man with a shadowy countenance stood outside, responding to his complaints.
Seeing Fu Qian look over, the man nodded slightly in greeting.
"Truly out of the ordinary."
Without waiting for an invitation from Fu Qian, the middle-aged man stepped directly into the room and sat down opposite him.
"Your mask is quite magical."
The man pointed at the silver-white mask on the table.
Fu Qian had taken it off earlier when he was washing up.
