Alcohol numbed Su Ziceng's nerves, making her reactions sluggish. By the time she came to her senses, she, along with her chair, had tumbled to the ground.
The suppressed laughter, tinged with malice, stunned Su Ziceng as she stared at Pello, still seated in his original spot, realizing she had been playfully tricked by him. This "Angel Teacher" praised by the Kelly Women's College students had revealed his sinister side tonight.
"Enough of the jokes, Su," Pello reverted to his Teacher Pello persona: "I'm a stickler for fairness; I didn't invite you over just to eat and drink for free. You need to help me tidy up the greenhouse."
The warmth from those few bottles of sake was still swirling in her belly when Su Ziceng sprang up, "You actually want me to do menial labor for you." Besides this greenhouse, all the other greenhouses were buried under thick snow. Su Ziceng's heart was filled with silent grievances, thinking there really is no such thing as a free supper.
