"What did you need me for?"
A little while later, in the Chief's office at Night Watcher headquarters, with its splendid view, its owner looked over warily.
It had been days since they last met, but Chief Yuan looked even more radiant than before.
Clearly, she'd had a rather pleasant second half of her vacation in Night Holy Capital.
And, not entirely to his surprise, she was wearing the very outfit she'd admired in the shop window.
It seemed some things obeyed the law of attraction. Even in this version of history, where he hadn't dragged her all over the place, she'd still ended up buying that outfit.
He could easily imagine her enjoying this peaceful afternoon, in high spirits thanks to her new clothes, before he arrived.
"Didn't you say you wanted to have tea with me?"
Faced with Yuan Shan's wide-eyed stare, Fu Qian showed no awareness that he was ruining anyone's pleasant afternoon. He dropped into a chair with complete ease, then even threw her question back at her.
"But didn't you get here a little too fast?"
She didn't deny that she'd left him a message, but Yuan Shan was clearly not so easy to fool.
Her experiences in Night Holy Capital had been surreal. Facing this Poison Master, who had already advanced a full tier beyond her, she'd initially felt rather conflicted.
"Don't tell me you were upstairs asleep when you sent someone to deliver the message."
But his tone and expression took her straight back to the tumultuous days in Shangjing, easing her mood considerably. She shot back without the least bit of courtesy.
"Of course not. I just got here, too. How's Old Man Henry?"
Fu Qian smiled on, firmly denying that he was the kind of businessman who took time off