Zu He didn't look at Xu Xin'an; he seriously studied his hand and casually replied to Xu Xin'an, "Don't sell yourself short. You're so attractive, your friends must be quite good-looking too."
When it came to women, he always complimented never criticized.
Unless it was a woman he particularly disliked.
Xu Xin'an was somewhat floated by the continuous compliments from Zu He, her face blushed with shyness, "Vice-Captain Zu, you're making me embarrassed."
Zhou Sicheng suddenly chimed in, "Don't be embarrassed, he's telling the truth."
Xu Xin'an was right across from him. He looked up at her, glanced once, and played a tile.
"The two of you are such smooth talkers," Xu Xin'an said, her face red as if she had applied two pounds of blush.
She was almost unable to concentrate on her hand.
Wen Jing couldn't remember how many times she had rolled her eyes by now; they started to ache from doing it so much.
Are these people here to flirt or to play mahjong?
