It truly is the art of language!
Zhao Yuhang admired in his heart, amazed that Xia Bing could utter such artistic words.
It was clearly Xia Zhen who had misjudged, but with Xia Bing's smooth talk, Xia Zhen didn't lose face at all!
The art of language!
"Come, young man, please have a seat, take the seat of honor!"
Xia Zhen gestured toward the tea table, smiling at Zhao Yang with an attitude that had made a full one hundred and eighty-degree turn.
Just a moment ago, he had been eager to see Zhao Yang leave, and now he was inviting Zhao Yang to "take the seat of honor"!
Zhao Yang smiled and said, "I dare not," but inside he felt extremely comfortable.
Grandma's, receiving such courtesy from an eighty-year-old former leader and veteran detective, the man he saved really was worth it!
Zhao Yang approached the chair beside the head seat but did not sit down immediately.
