"Asheng, you're misunderstanding. I was just... reminding you for your own good."
Meng Wei's face was struggling to maintain its façade. She gave an awkward chuckle, "Ah, Asheng, are you still mad about my impulsiveness in the meeting yesterday? You know me, I have a problem with blurting things out without thinking. I don't mean any harm though. Once I've said something, I soon forget it. I never take it to heart!"
Isn't that just like a white lotus?
Doing something despicable and not letting you get angry. If you do, you're spiteful and narrow-minded.
Wen Sheng could no longer hold back, "We are not close enough for you to call me 'Asheng'. Only my close friends use that nickname. Clearly, you have no such privilege. It can lead to misunderstandings and is a bad omen."
Wen Sheng's voice was soft and pleasant, typical of a southern woman, but it became cold and distant with a morning chill.
