Manager Jingmin nearly choked on his own spit, stealing a glance at Tianzhu in surprise. But Tianzhu remained as composed as ever, merely shrugging.
"I just meant that it's rare for someone from this country's top 0.1% to be so polite to security guards," he said, his tone casual. Then, without missing a beat, he added, "unlike Jiejie."
Xueli blinked, taken aback. "W-What? What do you mean?"
Tianzhu glanced at her briefly, then back at his phone. "You don't do that."
Xueli's mouth opened and closed before she quickly retorted, "I do! It's just that I'm always busy, and by the time I get home, I'm exhausted, so I don't notice them sometimes!"
Tianzhu nodded without looking up. "Sure. I believe you."
Xueli squinted at him. "I do!"
Tianzhu, still focused on his screen, responded flatly, "Yes, yes. I believe you."
A soft flush crept up Xueli's neck. This little brat—