"But Master Mang, everyone on this train knows you like to smoke."
"This time it's different."
"How is it different?"
"You're not thinking straight. I don't want to talk to you anymore. Go work on your Cosmic Receiver, and from now on, please shut up."
...
Inside Guard Carriage No. 7.
Ji Chuchu looked at Fang, who was crying beside the bed, like a pear blossom bathed in rain, and awkwardly sat beside her, patting her back: "It's okay, it's okay, Master Mang didn't punish you, which means he doesn't dislike you that much."
"But... it's so embarrassing."
Fang sobbed softly, "How am I supposed to face Master Mang in the future? How can I make his bed and bring him meals?"
"Uh..."
Ji Chuchu didn't know how to respond for a moment, she was a bit baffled, thinking "don't disappoint me" meant to get in bed smartly.
Didn't expect it to be wrong this time.
Indeed, it's hard to handle.
