Wang Youbao had long considered An Jing and Xiao Changyi his friends, but he did not know if An Jing and Xiao Changyi regarded him as a friend, so, when he heard An Jing say they were friends, Wang Youbao was extremely surprised.
"We're really friends?" So surprised that Wang Youbao could hardly believe it.
"Of course," An Jing smiled brightly. Then, she teased, "Why, do you disdain me and my husband because we're farmers' sons, not good enough to be friends with a rich young master like you?"
Wang Youbao immediately became anxious, "How could you say that? I am just too happy, I didn't expect that you'd already considered me a friend. I've long regarded you both as friends in my heart."
"Well, if you've already regarded us as friends, why be so formal? Drop the self-addressing 'beneath you'. Friends should refer to each other as 'you' and 'me', without such empty courtesy," An Jing said straightforwardly.
