Yang Lian glanced at Sun Hang, said nothing more, picked up her chopsticks, and started eating.
The meal ended in a slightly strange and awkward atmosphere. After finishing, Yang Lian tossed her lunch box into the trash, stuffed the chopsticks into the dishwasher, then went upstairs without looking back.
"Seems like she was jealous?" Miki Fukada played with the chopsticks in her hand and looked at Sun Hang with a half-smile.
"She's not my girlfriend. What would she be jealous about?"
"Not your girlfriend? Then she's your mistress?"
"It really is just a purely professional colleague relationship."
"You live together, and you call that a purely professional colleague relationship? As if anyone would believe that." Miki Fukada gave Sun Hang the middle finger.
"Believe it or not." Sun Hang briefly tidied the table. "You'll sleep in the bedroom on the first floor tonight, the one farthest to the left."
That bedroom had originally been Ye Xuan's, but Ye Xuan had basically been staying at the military Command Center lately, so the room had been left vacant.
"Does your place have a curfew?" Miki Fukada suddenly asked.
"What curfew?"
"Like not being allowed to go out after ten at night."
"What, are you planning to go thieving in the middle of the night?"
"Nightlife. Don't people in Tianfu have nightlife?" Miki Fukada was speechless. "Barbecue, bar-hopping, street racing... Aren't those activities all concentrated in the latter half of the night?"
"Bar-hopping? Street racing?" Sun Hang looked Miki Fukada up and down. "Are you even eighteen? Do you have a driver's license?"
"Of course. As an Ability User, I hold a special license issued by Tianshu Tower. Forget sports cars—give me a fighter jet, and I could legally fly it." Miki Fukada said.
"Then what I'm about to say may disappoint you.