From his angle, he couldn't see the door, only hearing a woman's voice babbling a bunch of words. Her voice was so low he couldn't make out what she was saying.
Of course, he didn't spare the energy to listen carefully.
Shen Jianian placed a plate of pastries on his lap, "A lady from the 20th floor brought you pastries. She knocked on your door but there was no response, so she gave them to me. Now I'm returning them to you, don't waste her kind gesture."
Fu Jichen removed the plate, leaned over to place it on the coffee table, and casually flicked off some ash, realizing only then that her place didn't have something like an ashtray.
I'll have to bring an ashtray next time, he thought.
Shen Jianian frowned again, "Can you not smoke in my place? It's all smoky."
Fu Jichen paused, went to the kitchen to stub out the cigarette, came back, and took a cookie from the plate, "You didn't tell that lady I was here?"
"Are you crazy..."
