Wrong?
What did he get wrong?
Seeing his bewildered expression, Zhou Chi decided not to keep him in suspense any longer. "I am not Mr. Wan. She is." He raised his hand and pointed to the calm woman sipping tea beside him.
Yi Hong felt like he must have left his brain at home today; otherwise, why couldn't he understand a single word? They were speaking plain language, not some alien dialect!
Zhang Cheng had stars circling over his head, and his exaggerated gulp was comical.
"Ah Cheng, did you understand? I'm a bit confused. Could you explain?"
"Mr. Yi, I'm not much better off."
Zhou Chi stifled a laugh. These two grown men were acting as if they were characters in a cartoon.
Shen Wan placed her teacup down, and the porcelain base made a muffled sound as it hit the wooden table. "Mr. Yi seems quite surprised."
"Which one of you is Mr. Wan?"
"I am," Shen Wan replied.
"She is," Zhou Chi added.
