The Seventh Master was a very clever man.
He didn't take Pan Xiaorou's gold bar. Instead, he said, "I'm friends with these two. Since they asked me to come help, I assume they're friends of yours too, President Pan. It's only right to lend a hand. There's no need to be so generous."
Pan Xiaorou knew her manners and carried herself with all the grace of someone from a prominent family. "With something like this happening in my home, and so much else tying me up lately, I haven't had anyone to help me. I'm fortunate to have met you three. I'm truly sorry to have troubled you so late at night."
"Please accept it as a small gift, Master."
The Seventh Master nodded and accepted the gold bar without refusing again.
The gold bar was quite hefty, probably worth eighty or ninety thousand yuan.
It was getting rather late, and it wasn't appropriate for three grown men like us to linger, so we prepared to say goodbye.
But Pan Xiaorou suddenly looked a little embarrassed. "I'm still a bit scared. I know this might be presumptuous... but could... could one of you stay and keep me company?"
She had all but named the person she wanted.
I pointed at Song Xiaotian. "He can stay. He's a good fighter. He can stay and protect you."
Song Xiaotian's burly frame jolted. He looked up at me as though he wanted to punch me.
Before he could refuse, Pan Xiaorou looked at him apologetically. "Mr. Song, I'm sorry for the trouble."
Song Xiaotian said, "No, I... I..."
"What do you mean, 'I'?" I glared at him. "President Pan already said she's scared. What are you dragging your feet for?"
"All right, then..." Song Xiaotian gave in. He stood up and said to