Chapter 269 - 261: The Portrait
Fu Zai had no idea that Boss was in a towering rage, still obliviously gazing at Sisi, nearly toppling the soup bowl without noticing.
Sisi frowned slightly; she felt uncomfortable being scrutinized by a young man like this. However, Fu Zai’s gaze was strange, not that of admiration or lewdness upon seeing a beautiful girl, but filled with surprise and confusion.
What’s going on?
Sisi was puzzled, and A Ji, irked, snapped at Fu Zai, "Fu Zai, where the hell are your eyes looking at?"
Fu Zai jolted, seeing his own Boss looking at him with a gloomy expression; he broke into a cold sweat. He had indeed lost his mind just now. Boss, when angry, was the kind to draw blood. Fu Zai’s body trembled.
"Brother Ji, it’s just that this girl looks a lot like someone, so I took another look. Don’t be angry," he pleaded.
He Xuewen and Sisi were both taken aback and asked in unison, "Looks like who?"
A Ji initially thought Fu Zai was just bluffing, but seeing the reaction of the old friend and his daughter, he knew there was something to it and demanded, "Spit it out, explain yourself clearly."
"Yes."
An excited Fu Zai thought, as long as Brother Ji isn’t furious, he might even get rewarded. Being new and always tasked with trivial chores around A Ji’s place, Fu Zai, a clever man, of course, understood the importance of seizing opportunities, and went on to tell the whole story.
Turns out, before joining A Ji, Fu Zai worked under a human trafficker by the seaside, but that trafficker was too ruthless, with countless lives on his hands, so Fu Zai left and sought out the more righteous A Ji.
Fu Zai was too verbose, rambling on and on without getting to the point. A Ji grew impatient and barked, "Get to the damn point!"