Zhou Kai casually picked up Juri's bag and slung it over his own shoulder as they walked side by side. "You really know how to make me work for you," he said with a half-smirk.
Juri rolled his shoulder, wincing slightly as he massaged it. "What can I do? My shoulders are stiff."
"Then stop doing this part-time job," Zhou Kai replied, glancing at him.
Juri let out a small scoff, his tone turning casual. "Easy for you to say, rich young master. We commoners have to work. Besides, I live with my aunt here my parents are abroad and I'm not a single child—I can't just burden them with everything."
Zhou Kai opened his mouth to argue further, but Juri cut him off quickly, almost too quickly.
"By the way," he said, leaning slightly forward, "do you know who came to the café today?"
Zhou Kai frowned. "Who?"
Juri crossed his arms, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Guess."
"How can I guess?" Zhou Kai frowned deeper. "I'm not a fortune teller."
