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Just then, a faint sound of footsteps filled the air, and a glint of light briefly flashed in Fu Lanshen's eyes, fleeting so swiftly that Song Jiu failed to catch it.
"Is someone coming down from upstairs?" Song Jiu looked toward the staircase and then turned his gaze to Fu Lanshen, lowering his voice but unable to hide his excitement, "Holy shit, Lanshen! Have you really kept a beauty hidden away?"
"It's grandma," Fu Lanshen said calmly, glancing at Song Jiu, "Why haven't you left yet?"
"I'm going, I'm going," Song Jiu grabbed a bun and bit into it, "You don't mind if I take a bun for the road, do you?"
"Get lost," came Fu Lanshen's cool reply.
Even when someone as good-looking as him said "get lost," it carried a sense of abstinence, not the least bit offensive.