After seeing Xin Ziqi off, Ji Huan went back into the house, crossed her arms, and sized up the tramp.
Anyone who knew her knew that when she looked at someone that way, it meant things were bad. Very bad.
The tramp, however, acted as if he hadn't noticed. With his good hand, he slowly lowered the sleeve and pant leg that Xin Ziqi had rolled up for the examination.
Even Ji Huan had to admire his unhurried manner and composure.
"Hey," Ji Huan said, squatting down to look up at him.
The tramp was sitting on a stool, and when he lowered his head, his gaze met hers directly.
Ji Huan's gaze was frank and open, but his eyes flickered.
After a moment, his gaze steadied, and he met hers without flinching.
"You're pretty brazen, aren't you?" Ji Huan was so exasperated she had to laugh.
