The tone on the other end of the phone was almost devoid of emotion, dry as dust, akin to a robot speaking; if one didn't know it was Xia Bing, it might be hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman talking.
"Oh, Chief Xia, hello!" Zhao Yang said with a smile, "How have you been? What made you think of calling me?"
"Asking knowingly..."
"What?" This time, Zhao Yang didn't quite catch what Xia Bing said.
"...It's nothing. Do you have time to come to the county? I need to see you for something." On the other end, Xia Bing bit her lip, struggling to get the words out.
"What's up?"
"To see a doctor!"
"Ah? You're sick?" Zhao Yang was feigning ignorance again.
For some reason, he just enjoyed teasing Xia Bing, this woman who was five years his senior.
The reason was simple; Zhao Yang felt that interacting with Xia Bing was like savoring Tieguanyin tea, with its endlessly delightful aftertaste.
