She knew she wouldn't get him to talk about things he didn't want to discuss, so Xie Baola didn't press further. Instead, she changed tactics, "I won't take these snacks with me. I'll come over to eat again next time. Your cooking is too good to waste."
Seeing Xie Baola stand up, Chen Jiayan stood as well, "I'll walk you downstairs."
Xie Baola turned to look at him, puzzled, "Walk me downstairs for what? I didn't say I was leaving yet."
Chen Jiayan didn't understand.
"I'm just taking out the trash, did you think I was going home?"
Xie Baola smiled, swinging the bag of snacks in her hand.
Then, she huffed, "I'm telling you, it's easy to invite gods, hard to send them away."
Letting her leave was out of the question.
Chen Jiayan: "..."
He saw that now.
But he seemed to not regret having called her over.
Xie Baola raised her eyebrows, "Chen Jiayan, I saw there's a guest room in your house. I'll rest here this afternoon."
It was an opportunity that had presented itself.
