Shrimp-Head Girl

Nan Fusheng looked at her childish manner and finally could not hold back a laugh. "All right, all right, I won't tease you anymore. I don't actually have any trouble that absolutely needs solving. I just found it amusing how eager you were to repay the favor."

At that, Lan Fozi's gaze instantly sharpened. Like a little beast whose thoughts had been seen through, she was both embarrassed and annoyed. "You! You dared to toy with me?"

"I wouldn't dare." Nan Fusheng hurriedly waved his hands, though his tone carried a hint of teasing. "I just think people like you, so fixated on repaying favors, are rare. Since you hate owing anyone so much, why not repay it another way?"

"For example... come have a cup of tea with me at the teahouse nearby. That can count as repaying half the favor."

Lan Fozi eyed him suspiciously. "Drinking tea counts?"

"Why wouldn't it?" Nan Fusheng raised a brow. "Having tea with a friend and catching up is better than spending all day looking for someone to fight, isn't it? Besides, maybe while we're having tea, I'll think of something I genuinely need your help with."

Lan Fozi stared at him for a long while, as though judging whether he was telling the truth. In the end, she relaxed slightly, and her tone softened. "Tea it is. But if you dare mess with me again, I guarantee you'll find out just how hard my fists are."

With that, she took the lead toward the teahouse in the distance. Her back still carried a hint of stubbornness, but much less of her earlier hostility.

Inside the teahouse, the fragrance of tea curled lazily through the air, mingling with the scattered sunlight filtering through the windows into a warm, gentle glow.

Lan