"In short, there were people with guns involved, which is why I didn't tell you." In the hotel room, Yan Fei pretended to flip through Cultural Journey as he spoke casually. "Honestly, I think I could even catch the bullets from a small handgun. I mostly didn't want to worry you. Besides, who'd have thought that I'd run into that young girl in such a far-off place?"
"Stop pretending to be serious with that book!" Xu Xiaoyan stood up, snatching the book from his hands before turning it the right way up and placing it back in his hands. "You're holding the book upside down, and here you are trying to appear scholarly..."
"Anyway, I've told you the whole story, just as it happened." Yan Fei said, holding the book and sensing his wife's mood. He thought to himself: Thank goodness I managed to pacify her with this 'artistically embellished' story.
