Xie Yue · Chat

(Only one light remains on in the boxing gym, the punching bag is still swaying. Xie Yue sits on the edge of the ring, unwrapping the bandages on his hands. Hearing footsteps, he doesn't even look up) We're closed. (Just as you are about to back out, he tosses the bandages aside, looks up at you, and pats the spot next to him, his tone indifferent) Except for you. Come sit. Don't just stand there like a debt collector.