Li Changzhou completely ignored her gaze.

It wasn't Miss Yang's gaze; that was the gaze from the center of the universe, carrying gamma rays that could penetrate any living being.

The three of them said goodbye to Zheng Qing, refused the police car ride, and took a taxi home.

Back on the riverside road, after taking a shower and changing into clean and refreshing clothes, Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia shared an umbrella and walked along the bluestone path to Yang Qinglan's Qinglan Bookstore.

"Brother, what exactly is that zombie?" Li Qianxia asked curiously.

"Whatever it is, it's all just a matter of one punch in front of my Mighty Bull Fist."

"By the way, your Mighty Bull Fist has such a corny name."

"Back to basics? Absolutely, without any frills or superfluities." Li Changzhou nodded.

"I meant 'rustic'!" Li Qianxia pulled the umbrella a little closer to herself.

“I don’t blame you for being uneducated,” Li Changzhou said, pulling him back.

"I'm uneducated?!" Li Qianxia roared in fury. "If I hadn't tutored you in math back then, would you have been able to get into Ming University?! You're ungrateful, repay kindness with enmity, kick away the ladder after you've served it, heartless and treacherous, you started something and then abandoned it!"

Judging from the idioms she used, you can tell that it was an older brother tutoring his younger sister.

Li Qianxia's favorite thing to do is to claim that her brother did it herself. For example, when Li Changzhou untied the umbilical cord around her neck while she was in the womb, she insisted that she was the one who untied it for Li Changzhou.

There were three groups of customers in Qinglan Bookstore: one was drinking tea and eating desserts, while the other was reading a book, "The Splendor of Ancient Greek Civilization."

The two waitresses in the store were hired by Yang Qinglan. They were both girls and looked like they had just graduated from university.

The two women wore aprons from the shop—embroidered with a blue phoenix pattern—and their clothing was simple and plain, probably at Ms. Yang's request.

The overall atmosphere of the store is very comfortable; it's the kind of place where you can read quietly even without makeup.

"Qinglan!" Li Qianxia entered the store first and walked towards Yang Qinglan, who was sitting alone in the corner.

Li Changzhou folded his umbrella, shook off the rainwater, put it in the umbrella rack in front of the bookstore, and then walked over.

Yang Qinglan also took a shower and changed into a light blue chiffon dress. A white belt cinched her slender waist, and her jet-black hair was casually piled up, revealing her long, fair neck.

"Miss Yang," he greeted her as he sat down.

Yang Qinglan nodded without saying anything, continuing to write a summary of the operation, occasionally taking a sip of the milk tea beside her.

Two fair and straight legs were crossed, and her tender feet in sandals swung back and forth.

It was a very relaxed and pleasant scene.

Li Changzhou was itching to try it.