Bai Zhi, full of anger, said, "Since you bought the ingredients, go cook in your own home. I'm not going to cook for you."
"I don't know how to cook."
"Then hire a nanny; it's not like you don't have the money." Bai Zhi wasn't sure what was happening, but whatever he said, she wanted to counter it, completely disregarding the awkwardness of him being her boss.
Duan Xingzhi, however, brought the ingredients over and held them up to her, "A nanny's cooking isn't as good as yours."
"I'm not your nanny."
"Then I'll pay you."
Bai Zhi glared at him indignantly, "Go back to where you belong; you're not welcome here."
With that, she bypassed him and went upstairs.
But Duan Xingzhi was really determined to persist this time, and even though Bai Zhi had spoken such words, he didn't leave but followed her upstairs.
Hearing the footsteps behind her, Bai Zhi felt both angry and helpless, thinking her just-recovering cold had worsened again, with a severe headache.
