Xie BiAn was somewhat speechless; he knew his companion's character well, so he quickly reached up to tug at his chin, prompting him to pull his tongue back in.
"It's all right, Miss Betty, you go ahead and get busy," Xie BiAn turned back, smiling at Betty.
"Ah... okay, just call for me if you need anything," Betty nodded in confusion, but still stepped aside. She planned to head to the kitchen for lunch, or else she might get very hungry later.
In fact, Betty was already hungry, considering it was already noon.
"What are you doing?" Xie BiAn looked at his companion, slightly frustrated.
"Swallowing my tongue." Fan Wujiu maintained the same expression. Xie BiAn had worked with Fan Wujiu for so long and had hardly ever seen him show any other expression in such situations.
"...." Xie BiAn felt an urge to grab a Mourning Stick and thwack Fan Wujiu on the head; what kind of fantastical reasoning was that?
