Shi Xiu couldn't help but laugh. "You have such a honeyed tongue, Liang Han. No wonder Lu Hui said your mouth seemed like it had been stung by a bee."
Liang Han's expression changed. "S-stung by a bee? What kind of descriptor is that? That little lion can write such exquisite scripts, so why is she so verbally inept?"
Shi Xiu laughed so hard that she bent over. "Aren't you the same? You're always calling her 'Little Lion.'"
"She said that her colleagues also call her Little Lion!" Liang Han indignantly retorted.
"No, they don't!" Shi Xiu laughed so hard that she was gasping. "You're the only one… who calls her that. And you blurted it out… directly to her face, too. She was afraid you'd… put yourself on the spot, so she gave you a way out."
"I, I—" Liang Han's words stuck in his throat, and he sullenly moped.
After she finished her laughing fit, Shi Xiu took the coffee Liang Han handed her and had a sip. "Liang Han, I'm here to ask for work."
