Feng Jun looked Yu Qingzhu up and down, a faint smile curling his lips. "Tell me... can you make the decision?"
A trace of restrained displeasure flashed through Yu Qingzhu's eyes, though her face remained expressionless. She spoke softly, "That depends on what it is... I definitely can't handle anything too major. Can we talk somewhere else? Don't wake my grandfather."
The two went to the living room in the Front Building. Feng Jun first brewed himself a cup of tea, then took out a cigarette and lit it.
Yu Qingzhu took the initiative to suggest, "How about we talk under the eaves?"
She disliked Feng Jun smoking and did not want her grandfather breathing secondhand smoke, but this was someone else's house, so she could not say it outright.
Feng Jun vaguely guessed her intentions and did not refuse. He picked up a chair and walked outside.
Yu Qingzhu was a little dumbfounded. Having lived here for some time, she already knew that the chairs inside were all solid wood, the exceptionally heavy kind.
It was not that she could not move a chair, but if it bumped against something and made noise, it might wake her grandfather.
So she simply walked out herself, thinking that this man truly had no sense of gallantry—she did not like people fawning over her, but putting on a show was still basic courtesy.
Feng Jun sat beneath the eaves. When he saw her stop not far from him, he paused, then took out a chair. "Sit!"
"Thank you." Yu Qingzhu nodded and sat down. She rather admired that method of his. If only I could do that too...
Feng Jun pondered for a moment before speaking. "I have several matters to discuss with your grandfather. One of them isn't too major; I