Caught red-handed.
Fu Qian's current personal image might be bizarre, but compared to something like a candleholder, he still had a bit of an age-gap disadvantage.
Under the staff member's sharp, penetrating gaze, it suddenly wasn't easy to argue his way out.
"How can you call it stealing? This item and I are fated."
But something like this could never stump Professor Fu. He snorted coldly on the spot, declaring that treasures belong to the virtuous.
"You're actually pretty honest…"
The staff seemed to have never seen someone this uninhibited; he froze for a second before giving him high praise.
"So are you planning to confiscate it?"
Upholding the intellectual's calm dignity, Fu Qian didn't start floating just because the other man tossed him a couple of compliments. He played with the candleholder in his hand, trying to confirm what the proper procedure was.
"So you didn't hear what I was saying?"
But at this, the staffer showed clear dissatisfaction, his face cooling.
