"Third Miss, don't yell, I can hear you," Chi Musheng said as she walked over, picking at her ear, as if her ear was really hurt.

"I didn't," Tu Shan Rongrong immediately switched her audio to her usual younger sister voice, afraid that Chi Musheng would think she was a violent fox.

"No, I think so. Is it because I told you a story last night and charged you a hundred taels of silver? Are you unhappy and want it back?" Chi Musheng used a retreat-to-advance tactic to prevent Tu Shan Rongrong from asking him for money.

That was the fruit of his labor. He only charged 100 taels for telling stories one-on-one. He had already lost a lot of money and should have charged 200 taels.

"Am I such a petty fox in your eyes?" Tu Shan Rongrong put her hands on her hips, very dissatisfied with Chi Musheng's words. Didn't she realize that he was being sarcastic towards her?

Chi Musheng nodded without hesitation.

"yes"

This is a question that everyone knows, so why ask it? It's not only petty, but also a bit unscrupulous.

Tu Shan Rongrong was so angry that her cheeks were about to puff up. The key was that she couldn't do anything about Chi Musheng. Now the tables had turned.

It wasn't that Chi Musheng was pestering her, but rather that she was pestering Chi Musheng. How could she have the confidence to go and talk about others?

Moreover, Chi Musheng now carries a cheeky and irresistible air about him, leaving Fox scratching his head in frustration.

"What? Third Miss? That's my hard-earned money. You can't ask for a refund. By the way, if there's nothing else, you can leave now." Chi Musheng's words shut Tu Shan Rongrong down completely.

After three years of getting along, he could easily tell what Tu Shan Rongrong was thinking, but getting entangled with a former client was a big no-no.

"I'm sorry, Miss Chi," Chi Musheng thought to herself.

"Am I that annoying to you, Chi Musheng? Why are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?" Tu Shan Rongrong's tone was filled with strong grievance, and her watery eyes seemed to be about to burst into tears at any moment.

In the past three hundred years, Chi Musheng was the first person to treat her like this, and he broke many of her firsts. Of course, it would be a lie to say she wasn't aggrieved.

"Forehead"

Chi Musheng felt ashamed. He was just treating you the way you treated him. Why the huge reaction? Was he a sore loser?

"Uh, what does that mean? Does it mean you hate me?" Tu Shan Rongrong clenched her small fists, her eyes already filled with tears, blurring her vision.

Chi Musheng fell silent. Although he wanted to tell Tu Shan Rongrong that it wasn't true, perhaps his indifference at this moment could prevent greater harm in the future.

Because it's easy to tell one lie, but one lie requires countless lies to cover it up, and you'll sink deeper and deeper until you're completely ruined.

It's better to end some things sooner rather than later, for both yourself and Tu Shan Rongrong.

Who told him to choose this line of work? Every industry has its rules, hahaha.

"Chi Musheng, not speaking means yes, right?" Tu Shan Rongrong lowered her head, her voice choked with sobs, tears welling in her eyes.

"Tick-tock"

"Tick-tock"

It landed on the ground.

Just when Chi Musheng thought that Tu Shan Rongrong was about to give up, a pair of small hands grabbed his collar tightly and said hysterically.

"Chi Musheng, after three years, why should you just leave like that?"

But the contract is over, so what does it have to do with him? If anyone's to blame, it's that black fox for not paying for a few more years, Chi Musheng thought to himself.

"You don't even want to say a word to me now?" Tu Shan Rongrong tried to hold back her tears, not wanting to embarrass herself too much in front of Chi Musheng.

But at this moment, tears fell as freely as if they were free, onto her slender arms.

“Third Miss, crying when something happens isn’t like you,” Chi Musheng couldn’t help but advise.

Because Tu Shan Rongrong's tears flowed down her arm and onto his clothes, he would have to wash them when they got back.

If you absolutely must cry, could you let go of him before you cry?

"If you go back to how you were before, I won't cry." Tu Shan Rongrong looked at Chi Musheng's face, which she once thought was very familiar, trying to find a trace of a different emotion on it.

Chi Musheng's tone changed and he said in a deep voice.

"Third Miss, I remember you said we were just friends. It seems a bit inappropriate for you to be grabbing your friend's clothes and crying here."

This is the proper way to get along with friends: you have the right to refuse and the right to distance yourself, but you are not obligated to fulfill their needs.

He used to come and go every day, rain or shine, always available and responsive. He was a friend in name only, but in reality, he was a sycophant.

Chi Musheng stared at Tu Shan Rongrong's eyes, which were filled with tears, but in the end, he didn't continue. He just wanted Tu Shan Rongrong not to get involved. After all, as Tu Shan Rongrong said, three years could be considered as being friends.

"If I say I don't want to be friends anymore, is that okay?" Tu Shan Rongrong didn't let go of his hand. She knew that once she let go, Chi Musheng would leave, and she would have to wait until tomorrow to see him again.

Just as Chi Musheng was about to speak, Tu Shan Rongrong covered his mouth with her small hand.

"I bet you'll say, 'Third Miss, you said it yourself, how can you go back on your word?' right?"

Huh? Chi Musheng was embarrassed. This even included a self-answered question, and it actually guessed what he wanted to say.

“But I don’t want to hear you say these things, and I won’t allow you to say them,” Tu Shan Rongrong said firmly, wiping away her tears.

With a height of only 1.5 meters, a tender face, and a little girl's voice, Chi Musheng didn't feel any sense of toughness at all; instead, she seemed rather cute.

"Perhaps we should all give ourselves some time. I don't want to become like Zi Xuan in the book, missing out on the person I like and having to spend a hundred years searching for them again."

Chi Musheng, you waited for me for three years, so I will wait for you for three years too. I just hope that this day won't be too far away.

Tu Shan Rongrong released her small hand from Chi Musheng's mouth, wiped away her tears, turned around and carried Tu Shan Yaya away, not giving Chi Musheng another chance to speak.

She knew she couldn't push Chi Musheng too hard, otherwise he might avoid her. As long as she was still in Tushan, she would have a chance.

"well"

Watching Tu Shan Rongrong's departing figure, Chi Musheng sighed deeply.

If people don't cherish something for a moment, they will have to pay a much higher price to make up for it later.

Strictly speaking, Tu Shan Rongrong was her first client in this world, and also the one she had the longest relationship with. You'd develop feelings for a cat or dog after three years, let alone such a big fox-eared girl.

But he can't have any emotions. From the beginning of his career, he decided that his feelings could only be buried in the ground.

Finally, Chi Musheng reluctantly withdrew his gaze. He had never seen such a large-scale action before, which made Tu Shan Rongrong's resistance against the fox difficult. It was quite a feast for the eyes.

Well, as long as he sees it, that's fine. If others don't see it, then they don't see it. Just consider it a little treat from his good friend Tu Shan Rongrong.

Looking at the gloomy sky, Chi Musheng walked to a small room behind the stage. It would be too late to go back and take a shower and change clothes now, as Tu Shan Honghong would be there later. Fortunately, there was a place to take a shower and a set of pajamas.

He quickly washed up to get rid of the smell, changed into his pajamas, and hurriedly grabbed his flute and headed towards the Bitter Love Tree.