"What, you're leaving already?"
Watching Qin Zhan come down the stairs, Ji Qiutang paused slightly, put down the coffee in his hand, and folded the newspaper to place on the table, "Ming has already gone back. If it wasn't for you and Little Nine being here, he wouldn't have even stepped in."
"Mm," Qin Zhan responded indifferently, observing Ji Qiutang's actions. As he adjusted his sleeve, he casually remarked, "Still the same as before, old habits."
Ji Qiutang chuckled, "I'm used to it, can't change."
"It's not that you can't change," standing at the stairway, with one hand in his pocket and glancing sideways at Ji Qiutang, Qin Zhan spoke coolly, "It's that you've never thought about changing."
"And what about you," Ji Qiutang slowly stood up, looking at Qin Zhan, "Have you ever thought about changing?"
