"Enough, enough!" Yan Fei once again conceded without a fight. "Really, really, if you don't believe me, I'll predict another one..."
"Alright then!" Xu Xiaoyan sneered coldly, her hand gesturing on him. "Keep making up stories, I might let you off the hook once you're done.
Unfortunately, her petite hand, although lovely, lacked any intimidation. Yan Fei spoke with an air of a wise sage: "Based on my calculations, the paper factory upstream of this stinky river should be closing this year. When you come back during your holiday next year, the river won't stink anymore. Before long, it will become a clear-water river!"
"Humph..." The girl approached again laughing.
Yan Fei hastily broke into a run: "Really, truly, I'm not fooling you..."
Amidst the laughter and the barking of a few dogs, he bolted into his small kitchen.
