Ling Tianya did not say anything and remained silent, her eyes always on the fountain pen in her hand.
Gu Zhiqian smiled and didn't say anything.
Liking Ling Tianya was his personal problem. He had never concealed the fact that he liked Ling Tianya. He had also boldly stated that in front of Ruan Zeyan. Although, every time, he would be harshly punished by Ruan Zeyan, he still enjoyed it and never tired of it.
Only like this could he be open and straightforward, and only like this could he find a sliver of existence with Ling Tianya.
Gu Zhiqian had a very good understanding of what it meant: liking her was his own business and unrelated to her.
Soon, the boss of the grocery store took out a very old bottle of fountain pen ink. "There isn't much left inside. You guys can try it."
"Thank you, boss. How much is it?" Ling Tianya gratefully asked.
The simple and honest boss waved his hand. "Ah, you don't need to pay me for this shabby thing."