Rong Zhi casually said "oh", instinctively trying to reach for a cigarette, only to remember that the cigarette box had fallen when she dragged Rong Fengmian for a scolding.
She nonchalantly withdrew her hand, instead pulling out her phone to respond to messages.
"Hey there, mister."
"Doesn't it bother you to call me something different every time?"
"Nope," Bai Su laughed with a hint of roguish charm, "Actually, I want to call you something else, but I'm not sure if you'll agree."
Rong Zhi remained expressionless, "I don't agree, don't mention it."
Who knows, if she said yes, what kind of ridiculous nickname he might come up with.
Bai Su drawled slowly, sounding a bit wistful, "Alright then, I wanted to get a little advantage, but now there's no chance."
Rong Zhi promptly smacked him in the face with her phone.
Bai Su skillfully blocked it, raising an amused eyebrow.
Ah, does annoying her count as his talent?
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Rong Zhi had research to do that night.
