But in his head, he was running through a different set of accounts.
When he had gone downstairs, the woman had stood in the rain and waved her phone at him.
There had been a photo on the screen.
A gap in the sofa, a Shard, a Wax Seal.
"Auntie left something at your place."
"Military-grade. Enough to get you ten years," she had said.
"Your sister's probably got it on her right now, pacing upstairs in a panic."
"Come along with Auntie, help me deal with the real target, and this stays between us."
"And if you don't?"
She had smiled. "Auntie won't do anything. It's just that the Neighborhood Office has a follow-up inspection tomorrow. They might need to check your sofa."
So much for bringing comfort to the people.
Su Bai had handed her the umbrella right then.
He had no choice but to go.
With Xiaoxiao's temperament, if she really confronted this woman while carrying contraband, she would talk herself into a trap within three sentences.
Better for him to handle it.
Besides, he was curious about what this retired killing machine was really up to.
Her real objective was probably something else entirely.
The Fan Support Club upstairs at his place.
"Want some?"
Chen Shu pulled out the half-empty packet of soda crackers she had swiped from his home.
Su Bai looked at it for two seconds. "...Sure."
He took two.
He didn't eat them, just held them.
Seriously? Crackers from my own coffee table took a round trip, and now I'm supposed to owe her a favor for them.
As they passed the second block, Chen Shu turned her head and coughed twice, cupping her hand over her mouth.
Afterward, she slipped her hand back into her pocket as though nothing had happened.
Su