The tension between them dissipated when someone came in.
Xie Zhitan had never been one to vent his anger indiscriminately, but this time, with nowhere to release all the fury pent up inside him, he could only slam the stall door hard.
Qin Ci curled his lip.
By the time Xie Zhitan came out, much of the flush on his face had faded.
But the sight of Qin Ci brought the redness right back.
"We're even now. We each got a look."
Xie Zhitan silently walked past him to wash his hands. Having said everything he wanted to say, Qin Ci was utterly relaxed.
"Xie Zhitan, you're so smart. Did you figure out ages ago that I live next door?"
"No."
"Tch. So your IQ comes and goes. After I graduated, someone broke into 1702 and shot the next tenant dead. That apartment sat empty for almost a year. Who else but me would dare rent it?"
Xie Zhitan walked out as though he hadn't heard him.
Qin Ci followed at a leisurely pace. "I forgive you for that misunderstanding about Huo Bing and me. Unblock me on WeChat, and we'll call it settled. Also, don't go back and drink any more. I'll take you home."
Xie Zhitan didn't answer him.
Before long, they were back in the restaurant. Everyone at Xie Zhitan's table had left except Ross, who was waiting for him.
The two exchanged a few words, while Ross kept his gaze on Qin Ci.
Qin Ci raised his eyebrows at him. Ross cleared his throat softly and said goodbye to Xie Zhitan at the entrance.
Qin Ci flashed Xie Zhitan a toothy grin. "Come on. Let's go home."
His smile briefly dazzled Xie Zhitan, who suddenly remembered their first year of middle school.
Back then, Qin Ci