Yan Xianjue, having been brushed off but praised at the same time, found himself in the subtle position of wanting to argue yet feeling there was nothing to argue about. In the end, he shamelessly accepted the compliment. "Mm-hm, I'm the best. So what's my reward?"
Shen Fangli looked at the makeshift grass shelter downstairs, built for Yan Xianjue's sheep. It was raining now, yet her father still remembered to have someone bring the sheep grass.
"Your reward is coming to my house for dinner after the rain stops."
Yan Xianjue paused. "Are you serious?"
Shen Fangli said, "I'm serious."
She had already eaten with Yan Xianjue's mother twice. No matter what, she had to formally introduce Yan Xianjue to her father at least once.
Yan Xianjue hesitated. "How has your dad been feeling lately?"
Shen Fangli laughed. "Oh my, our young master actually knows how to consider other people's feelings?"
Yan Xianjue spoke slowly. "Yeah. Every time I see your dad, the way he looks at me isn't exactly friendly. If he wants to throw hands, I won't just take it, but if I hurt him, that wouldn't be great either."
Shen Fangli said, "Six."
Shen Fangli felt that aside from that number, she truly had nothing else to say.
She said earnestly and helplessly, "My dad is a qualified adult. He won't fight a high school student who isn't even half his age."
Yan Xianjue didn't believe her. The time he had driven to pick Shen Fangli up, President Shen had clearly looked at him as though he wanted to smash his pretty head in.
"If President Shen is willing, I'm free anytime."
Shen Fangli thought about it. "Then remember to call him Uncle, not President Shen, or I'll feel like I'm the middleman in a business deal