"I... ran into some trouble." Song Zhigao’s voice was strained. "I can’t go back to my place right now."
Shen Lu stared at him for a few seconds. ’Your lying skills aren’t even half as good as your cooking. After lying low for so long, is he finally making his move?’
Shen Lu put on a perfectly appropriate look of concern. "What kind of trouble? Can you tell me the details? Maybe I can help."
Song Zhigao, who had rarely ever lied, picked at his palm and stammered out the excuse his master had fabricated for him.
"I offended some people. They forged an IOU from somewhere, saying I owe them 10,000 Star Coins, and if I can’t pay it back, I have to give them a hand... These guys found my place yesterday and even picked the lock to get inside..."
Shen Lu almost laughed. She bit her lower lip to hold it back, her brows knitting together tightly. "Something like that happened? Tell me honestly, do you have a bad habit of gambling? Do you really owe them money? Song Zhigao, I can help you, but I won’t help a liar."
"No, I never gamble." Song Zhigao said this with genuine sincerity. His life was simple; when he wasn’t at work, he was honing his cooking skills. He never went to those kinds of shady places. "It must be my dad..."
The words that followed were another lie.
Song Zhigao was an orphan. His parents had passed away long ago; he had practically been raised by Master Luo.
Shen Lu looked down, appearing to think it over seriously. Song Zhigao stood to the side, his heart pounding with anxiety. He didn’t know if Shen Lu would agree; logically, she should refuse.
After all, living in the employee dorms was a perk for official staff. He was just a trial employee and shouldn’t be entitled to this benefit.
"It’s possible, but you’ll have to pay." Shen Lu activated the Good and Evil Judgment Device and glanced above Song Zhigao’s head, noticing the heart-shaped icon had taken on a faint color.
Not gray, but pink.
’In other words, Song Zhigao harbors good intentions toward me, even if they’re very, very slight.’
’How could someone with good intentions toward me possibly want to harm me?’
Shen Lu was genuinely a little curious.
Song Zhigao hadn’t expected Shen Lu to actually agree and immediately accepted. "I can pay."
He had worked for so many years, and aside from buying a small house, he rarely had any major expenses. All things considered, he was probably one of the wealthier people in the Lower City District.
"Alright then. I’ll talk to Cai Su in a bit and have her arrange an empty dorm room for you."
"Thank you, Boss Shen."
"Don’t mention it."
Song Zhigao returned to the kitchen to prepare the staff meal. Shen Lu tidied up the messy front desk, then went to tell Cai Su about Song Zhigao moving in.
"Help me keep a close eye on him."
"Is there something wrong with him?" Hearing her say that, Cai Su’s expression turned serious. "Maybe it’s better if we don’t let him move in."
"It’s fine. We have security cameras and guards in the restaurant. A normal person like him can’t stir up any trouble. I’m more interested in seeing who’s behind him."
"Okay, then he can have the empty room at the very end."
With the business matter settled, Shen Lu asked about Xiao Lang.
"Xiao Lang is fine, just has no strength and is sleeping a lot. Look, he’s fallen asleep again. Mr. Xue said it’s a normal phenomenon and he’ll be fine once he adjusts." Cai Su smiled. "Even though we don’t know what superpower he’s awakened, I’m relieved just seeing that he’s okay."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. The door was rapped on, and Wang Daguo’s voice came from outside.
"Boss, your family is here."
Shen Lu’s smile vanished. ’Can’t the Liu Family just stay put?’
’Why do they have to come and bother me every day?’
Shen Lu took a deep breath, composed herself, and walked out.
The person who had come was Yang Jing.
She stood awkwardly at the main entrance, glancing inside from time to time. When she saw Shen Lu come out, her face lit up with joy.


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