Budman's plea for help gave him an inspiration. He realized this could be an opportunity, a chance to kill two birds with one stone.
"Master, stop at the curb."
Qin Qianbai paid the fare with the bills she had temporarily borrowed from her neighbor and got out of the taxi. She went to the supermarket, and about five minutes later, she came out carrying a small bag and headed home.
The windows of Gongsun Ce's place were lit up; the young man must have returned. Qin Qianbai tiptoed towards her door, hoping to evade the invisible force and slip into her home unnoticed.
But his ability didn't seem to rely on sound. She had hardly reached the door when Gongsun Ce's door opened. The youth with grey hair poked out his head, listlessly asking, "Did you go shopping?"
Qin Qianbai hid the groceries at once and replied sternly, "It's none of your business."
"Ah?" Gongsun Ce nodded and said, "Ah, okay, I used telekinesis to move your furniture in. Goodnight then."
