With a snort, Yan Ruchun, who had been sitting next to them eating sunflower seeds, suddenly burst into laughter.
Xu Muqing looked over at her curiously, swallowed the orange segment in her mouth, and asked, "Hey, stinker, what are you laughing at?"
"What am I laughing at? Of course, it's how thick-faced some people are, as thick as the city walls!" Yan Ruchun casually threw the spent sunflower seed shells onto the plate, her lips curling into a scornful smile.
Everyone else had figured out whom she was talking about, except for Xu Muqing. She was still focused on her oranges, her bright eyes eagerly asking, "Who has skin as thick as a city wall? Wouldn't that make them two-faced? No, no, even two skins wouldn't be that thick. It must be a thousand, ten thousand!"
