Hot Spring Bathing Club.
"Three Bamboos."
"Two Dots."
"Pong!"
In the club's game room, the pleasant clatter of mahjong tiles echoed through the room. Su Zhe looked at the banknotes before him, already reduced to nothing, his expression incomparably bitter.
"Little sis, lend your brother some more money." He held out a hand toward Su Yuan and spoke pitifully.
Su Yuan shot him a look of utter disdain, pulled part of the thick stack of banknotes before her, and tossed them in front of Su Zhe. "Interest is charged by the hour. You already owe me two hundred yuan."
"Come on, we're family. Why are you charging interest? That's so distant, little sis."
"Who are you? Do I know you?"
"Su Zhe, your sister wants to split up the family with you." Ding Chongfeng fanned the flames with a solemn expression.
Su Zhe: ...
While drawing a tile, Fang Mo watched the bickering pair of sibling jokers, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Just as he was about to say something, there came a knock at the door. Then the game room door opened, and a woman in a professional suit stood outside, speaking gently.
"Boss, would you like a leg massage?"
"Yes!"
Su Zhe shot up from beside the table, only to be smacked to the floor by one of Su Yuan's slippers the next instant.
Ding Chongfeng blinked and looked toward Fang Mo. The latter shrugged, somewhat puzzled. "My legs are fine."
"...Then no, thank you."
Ding Chongfeng replied.
The woman left the room.
Covering his face, Su Zhe climbed up from the floor in grief and indignation. "Su Yuan, why did you hit me?! I'm an adult man with mature faculties and sound development. I've been single for nineteen years. I just wanted a leg massage—what