Mr. Jin placed a bottle of recently purchased medicated liquor in front of Nan Xiaonan.
They were sitting at an open-air tea house, but there were only two or three tables of customers, making the place seem quite deserted.
Nan Xiaonan said nothing. She simply unscrewed the bottle and vigorously rubbed the liquor onto the spot on her arm where she had been injured.
Her fierce rubbing was as painful as it looked. She frowned hard, baring her teeth and grimacing.
"I didn't expect you to have such a high pain tolerance," Mr. Jin remarked casually.
Nan Xiaonan did not even look up. "What, did you think I was some pampered Young Lady? Getting bumped and bruised is common for someone like me. If I cried out in pain over every little thing, I wouldn't have survived this long."
Mr. Jin neither agreed nor disagreed. Instead, he brought up another matter. "Do you often do things like what you did today?"
"If there's work, I do it. What else can I do? Am I supposed to starve? Jobs aren't easy to find these days. If there's money to be made, why wouldn't I make it? Do you expect someone else to support you? ...Right, speaking of which, why were you at the modeling company?"
As she spoke, Nan Xiaonan began staring at Mr. Jin with extreme wariness. She frowned. "You...you weren't following me, were you? What are you planning to do to me?"
Nan Xiaonan immediately covered her chest defensively.
Mr. Jin let out a disdainful snort. "I went there to collect merchandise... Follow you? What about you is worth following?"
"Collect merchandise?" Nan Xiaonan asked in surprise.
Mr. Jin said calmly, "I run a secondhand shop. If I don't collect merchandise, am I supposed to wait for customers to