Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 1580: Black Anti Wu Di (11)

The little girl looks quite fierce, anyone who doesn’t know would think she’s bullying a child...

An Ji feels like this little girl looks familiar, as if he’s seen her somewhere before.

Ah...

That’s right.

The one who came to deliver something to him before.

An Ji glances inside the community, then lifts his foot and walks over to the crying child.

The child is wailing loudly, when suddenly a lollipop appears in front of him. His crying pauses, he first sniffs, then follows the hand holding the lollipop with his eyes.

"Do you want it?"

The boy, wearing a mask with only his eyes visible, has a voice that’s a bit low but very pleasant.

The child sniffs at his reddened nose and nods.

"No more crying."

The child continues nodding, "Mm..."

An Ji gives the lollipop to the child, who immediately smiles and thanks him through his sobs, "Thank you, brother."

An Ji raises his hand to pat the child’s head, then looks up at the little girl standing beside him.

The little girl is dressed in a bold and stylish way, her hair dyed with highlights, her expression icy, much like a bossy elder sister from the streets.

After thinking for a moment, An Ji fishes out another lollipop from his pocket and hands it over.

Chuzheng, suddenly presented with a lollipop: "..."

"I don’t..."

[Miss, the Good Person Card is offering goodwill, what do you mean you don’t?! Eat it!]

Chuzheng: "..."

After saying ’I don’t,’ Chuzheng calmly takes the lollipop.

Holding the child, An Ji asks, "Do you know him?"

The ’him’ naturally refers to the child he is holding.

"No, I just saw him alone." Originally intending to be a good person, who knew this brat would cry just upon seeing her, does she really look that scary?

Angry!

Super angry!

"He must have run out by himself." An Ji’s speech is not fast, one could even say it’s a little slow, "I know him, I’ll take him back."

This child lives on his floor, he’s seen him come and go before.

"Oh."

"About before, thank you." That day, encountering such a matter, An Ji was in a bad mood; he probably didn’t treat her well at the time.

"Oh." Chuzheng responds.

The atmosphere is a bit awkward.

An Ji: "I’ll take him back now."

Chuzheng nods, watching as An Ji leaves with the child in his arms.

An Ji walks back to the entrance of the community, recalling the people gathered under the building, and pauses again.

He takes the child to the guardhouse, telling the guard to call the child’s family to pick him up.

-

Chuzheng takes time to go over An Ji’s books again.

An Ji has written on many subjects, but his style hasn’t changed much, it’s easy to recognize as his.

"We’re having a gathering tonight, Xiao Chi, hurry up, it’s time to get off work."

"..."

Not going.

Chuzheng’s intention of ’not going’ disappears when she exits the bar and sees An Ji standing outside.

The young man is tall and slender, wearing only a white shirt, with the cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing the watch on his wrist.

He’s standing right under the streetlamp, the warm yellow light spilling over, shrouding him in a hazy glow.

An Ji still wears his mask, his eyes slightly weary, seeming not quite energetic.

The bar owner stands next to him, "Are those people still bothering you? I told you to move somewhere else and you didn’t listen. Now look at this, where’s the look of a great author?"

An Ji: "I’m heading back now..."

"Wait, wait, wait!" The bar owner quickly grabs him, "Okay, I won’t say anymore. If not for the fact you look like my son, do you think I’d bother with you?"

An Ji: "..."

Seeing everyone has come out, the bar owner quickly pulls An Ji into the car.

It’s already a bit late, so the gathering is at a large food stall.

None of them are particularly wealthy, so such a place feels more relaxed and carefree.

When they sit down, Yu Han and Chuzheng sit together.

The owner and An Ji are two seats away from them.

"Boss, who is he?" A female employee leans over to the bar owner to ask.

"A friend," the owner says casually, "brought him out for some air, don’t worry about him, just eat."

Female employee: "..."

"He seems like he must be very handsome..."

"Why doesn’t he take the mask off?"

"Even with the mask on, just from his eyes, I can tell he’s absolutely handsome."

"You’re amazing, got x-ray vision?"

"That’s called a woman’s intuition!"

"The boss has such a young and good-looking friend, is he an illegitimate child?"

"Eek..."

The conversation buzzes with whispers, and the bar owner looking at their faces knows they must be discussing something no good.

"If you’re eating, eat, what’s with all the whispering, let’s hear it out loud!"

The employees: "..."

We wouldn’t dare.

"Boss, isn’t he eating with that mask on?"

The bar owner looks over, An Ji is sitting at his spot, staring at the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, lost in thought.

The bar owner nudges him with an elbow, "Are you going to eat?"

An Ji glances at the things before him, frowns, feeling a bit nauseous, he shakes his head, "I’m not hungry."

The bar owner: "Look at you, skinny as a twig, being picky, if you starve to death, I’ll have to pay for your funeral."

An Ji: "..."

After asking twice without changing An Ji’s determined stance on not eating, the bar owner let it go.

"Have a drink."

This time, An Ji doesn’t refuse, he pulls down his mask.

His clean and elegant face is suddenly exposed to everyone’s view.

The earlier whispers come to a halt, their eyes glued to An Ji.

This guy’s insanely handsome, right?!

Is he a celebrity?

Where does the boss meet people like him?!

Some employees also realize, this was the guy who fought in the bar before...

An Ji drinks a few sips before quickly putting the mask back on.

"What’s with the staring, haven’t seen a handsome guy before?" the bar owner calls out, "Look at your boss, also very handsome!"

"Boss, you can’t compare to a fresh young lad." A courageous employee quietly mumbles.

Unfortunately, as no one was speaking, the bar owner hears it.

A middle-aged man who considers himself very handsome is quite angry: "Alright then, dare to bad mouth your boss!!"

"Boss, I was wrong!!! You’re the handsomest, you’re handsomer than anyone, please don’t deduct my pay!"

The table bursts into laughter.

"Boss, does he have a girlfriend?"

Chuzheng hears this question and glances that way, perking up her ears to listen.

"Probably not..."

The bar owner isn’t certain, but thinking about how An Ji sometimes disappears at home for a month or two without going out, in this state, he probably doesn’t have a girlfriend.

"What about a boyfriend?"

The bar owner is shocked.

Despite his age, the bar owner has seen a lot in his time at the bar; he quickly regains his composure.

"No, no, don’t make assumptions."

"Then can I have his contact information?"

"Why ask me, ask him yourself."

"..."

Although An Ji doesn’t seem to mind much, he gives off an unapproachable vibe, they don’t dare to ask.