Feng Yizhou smirked, snapping his fingers. One of the men immediately brought over another case, opening it to reveal a collection of high-quality blades, machetes, and even custom-crafted daggers.
Qingran whistled. "You really don't do things halfway."
"I never do."
She picked up one of the daggers, testing its balance. It was perfect. A little too perfect. She looked up at him suspiciously. "Did you have these made specifically for me?"
Feng Yizhou shrugged, completely unapologetic. "I know what you like."
[Ding! Host, I think he just confessed.]
Qingran ignored the system. "You're insane."
"But it's effective."
She sighed, storing away the weapons into her space. "Fine. I admit it—this is helpful."
Feng Yizhou smirked. "I like the sound of that."
