Jeff was a shrewd one. Knowing he would have trouble getting away once Manager Liu arrived, he had ducked into the lounge when he heard voices.
Before Ding Ding could complain about him intruding on his territory, Jeff had already complained about the air.
"Then why are you hiding from him?"
Ding Ding rolled his eyes inwardly and opened the lounge door to let some air in.
"He's annoying," Jeff said. "I don't want to talk to him."
Jeff still wanted to handle the shipping himself. There were risks, but there was also plenty of room to maneuver. He wasn't about to turn away a chance to make money.
Ding Ding understood and said nothing more. It wouldn't hurt his own interests anyway.
They chatted for a bit. Ding Ding pressed him about the outstanding payment, and Jeff gave him a definite date.
With business more or less settled, there was no need for small talk. Jeff left the office and pestered Bai Congming to make him a bowl of fruit with yogurt too.
"I'm a guest. You Chinese can't treat a guest like this."
Bai Congming blinked at Jeff, a sweet mangosteen between his teeth.
"There aren't any bowls." Inspiration struck Bai Congming. "I've got it!"
Bai Congming stood up, pulled Fang Yun into the kitchenette, put on gloves, cut a piece of watermelon, and came back out.
"Ah-"
Jeff: ?
"Say ah-" Bai Congming repeated.
Jeff opened his mouth, though he wasn't childish enough to actually say "ah." He looked at Bai Congming in confusion, unsure what he was going to do.
Bai Congming tossed the piece of watermelon into Jeff's mouth, then made him tilt his head back and squeezed a little yogurt in.
"..."
"Copy me!"
Bai Congming pressed his lips together and bobbed his head,