Zhao Yang wolfed down the remaining half bowl of noodles, not even leaving a drop of soup behind.
Patting his flat belly, he said, "Chief Xia, how about another bowl?"
Xia Bing glared at Zhao Yang coldly, seething with anger!
Zhao Yang chuckled and said, "Chief Xia, I want to ask you something."
"What is it?" Xia Bing asked.
"That… is the lipstick you're wearing today sweet-flavored?" Zhao Yang suddenly asked a bewildering question.
"Me? I'm not wearing any," Xia Bing replied.
"Huh, that's strange, I thought your lip color looked really good, and for some reason, the soup tasted a bit sweet." As he spoke, Zhao Yang deliberately smacked his lips.
