Late at night, Huai Shi expressionlessly pushed open the doors of Stone Marrow Hall.
Uncle Fang turned around in the living room. "Young Master, would you like a midnight snack?"
"No need. Uncle Fang, go get some rest. You've worked hard these past two days."
Huai Shi took off his coat and hung it on the rack, then suddenly turned back and asked, "Where's Tongji?"
"The lounge."
The old man replied, "She seems to have been waiting for you for a long time. It looks like you have something to discuss—I'll make a pot of mint tea for the two of you."
He thought for a moment. "Would you like some cookies?"
"Mm, thanks."
Huai Shi nodded and strode straight toward the lounge, shoving open the door before him with force. There, he saw a figure sprawled across the sofa, surrounded by fries, shrimp chips, and mountains of snack bags.
She was still holding a bucket of fried chicken, watching television intently.
Noticing Huai Shi enter, she picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Huai Shi only caught what seemed to be a familiar voice saying from the screen, "...Why can't it be me?"
He frowned and looked at the darkened screen. "What were you watching?"
"TV."
Tongji wiped the chip crumbs from the corner of her mouth and enthusiastically introduced it. "It's the hottest evening drama lately—Scumbag 24 Hours!
"The plot is full of twists and turns, with both heartbreak and sweetness, and the pacing is tight. Although the protagonist is a scumbag, you can't help putting yourself in his shoes. You want him to get chopped up with a hatchet, but you also want him to escape danger. Mm, though both sides seem pretty popular, I'm a neutral party who doesn't really care either way."
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