Fang Yi wiped his mouth with a napkin, tossed it into the trash can, and then pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one up as he crossed his legs and looked at Shen Huangyi across from him.
"Speak!" Fang Yi said indifferently.
"Since you don't want to be my bodyguard, you can be my consultant."
Fang Yi held the cigarette between two fingers, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "But I'm really not interested or have the time."
Shen Huangyi wasn't angry; she said calmly, "Lack of interest is fine, a sufficiently generous salary should solve that problem. As for time, that's even less of an issue. This so-called consultant role only requires your time when I need you. Otherwise, you're free to arrange your schedule and move around freely."
Fang Yi held the cigarette with his mouth, touched his chin, and examined Shen Huangyi across from him, saying, "Kind of like an ancient Guest Elder?"
"Exactly!"
