Qin Youbei was startled; she had not expected Lin Jiujiu to actually call the police with her phone, and hurried to stop her.
Lin Jiujiu sensed something ambiguous afoot, and she guessed, "Is it your contract husband?"
Qin Youbei let out a clear cough and fell silent: "..."
The answer was self-evident.
"The way you two get along is really special," Lin Jiujiu muttered, continuing to eat.
"It's not like what you think, me and him..."
"Frenemies, love and hate intertwined, isn't that how it's written in novels."
"Lin Jiujiu, you're paying today."
"Don't be like that, Shell, I'm really poor."
...
Having had lunch, Qin Youbei returned to the office, just about time for work.
She had just sat down when Li Meixue slammed a stack of documents onto her desk.
