After they finished eating, Zhou Kai signaled the waiter for the receipt.
He reached for his wallet confidently. "As promised. Loser pays."
Before he could hand over his card, Juri calmly placed cash on the tray.
"My half," Juri said.
Zhou Kai paused mid-motion. "What's this?"
"I don't bully kids."
Zhou Kai slowly arched an eyebrow. "I'm probably older than you."
Juri didn't even blink. "I don't burden the elderly either."
Zhou Kai choked on air.
"…This brat."
He stared at Juri in disbelief. "You really know how to use a sharp tongue."
Juri simply looked satisfied.
In the end, Zhou Kai paid first, but Juri's share remained firmly on the tray. Neither of them backed down—so it ended in a strange half-compromise that neither acknowledged aloud.
They stepped out of the restaurant together.
The night air was cooler now, quieter than before. Most of the nearby shops had already dimmed their lights. The street stretched ahead in two different directions at the intersection.
