868 Do Some Splits for You (1/2)

Zhang Zian fussed with Richard for a while, chasing it from upstairs to downstairs.

Richard flew to the chandelier, confident that Zhang Zian would not attack it in order to not break the chandelier.

Zhang Zian had to pause their boring Tom and Jerry game. Besides, he didn't want to disturb Pi.

”Zan! Zan!” Sihwa called from the bathroom.

Zhang Zian didn't recognize that she was calling at first; he thought she was practicing her pronunciation. As she kept shouting, he finally realized that she was calling him.

”It's Zi'an, not Zian!” He said after walking into the bathroom. ”Just like I told you earlier, it's Xi'an, not Xian.”

”Too complicated. It's almost the same!” Sihwa waved her hands half-heartedly. ”You are a man. Don't be so picky like a woman!”

”This is about my name!” Zhang Zian emphasized.

”Let's not talk about this first. What happened to the woman just now?” Sihwa asked, pointing downstairs.

At that time, Zhang Zian noticed the small bathroom window was open, along with the curtain.

It was springtime, but the wind was still cold. The small bathroom window was usually closed, and Sihwa was not dressed warm.

Clearly, Sihwa had heard the noise downstairs and felt curious. She had opened the window on purpose so she could hear better.

”Which woman? The running one?” Zhang Zian bent his body over to shut the window.

”No. Don't treat me like a kid! Of course I know the running one. Doesn't she pass by here every day?” Sihwa pouted, and sat akimbo in anger.

”The other one? The other one is a first-time customer. She had a diabetic episode and passed out. The running one happened to pass by and saved her,” Zhang Zian explained. ”Why are you asking?”

He wondered why Sihwa was suddenly interested in Chu Manhua. Was it because of the ”hua” in her name? No. Sihwa might not even know how to write ”hua.”

”I wanted to start the live broadcast, but the dog was barking so loud downstairs that I lost the mood for it. I opened the window to listen…” As Sihwa spoke, she became hesitant.

”What's wrong?” Zhang Zian saw that she looked unusual, as if she was thinking hard about something. It was rare for her––she was a girl with big boops and small brain.

”I can't figure something out,” she said in confusion.

”What is it? Care to tell me about it?” Zhang Zian grew more curious.

”You?” She looked at him with distrust. Honestly, the look was hurtful to him.

”What's wrong with me?” He looked down at himself. His clothes seemed fine today, and his zipper was even closed.