Ren Yun just wanted to go home. Was that too much to ask?
Apparently, yes.
He had barely turned the corner when a familiar voice, grating as ever, called out behind him.
"Well, well, look who we have here. The little porcelain doll pretending to be a man."
Ren Yun sighed, already exhausted. He rolled his eyes skyward, as if praying for patience, before turning to face the usual group of half-brained, muscle-bound pests. There were five of them today, all grinning like they had just discovered fire.
"Oh, wonderful," he drawled, adjusting the basket in his hands. "I was starting to think you all had found a better hobby. But no, here you are, still dedicating your free time to following me around. How touching."
One of them—Bao, the self-declared leader of these walking disappointments—crossed his arms and sneered. "You talk too much."
"And yet, you keep listening," Ren Yun shot back. "Fascinating."
