"Here, let me wipe the table. You look tired, I'll help out, okay?"
"Sure!"
So, Wang Xiaohua and Liu Zheng set about cleaning the table together, one in front and one behind.
Wang Xiaohua wiped the table while sneakily glancing at Liu Zheng.
Liu Zheng was tall and dressed in a white suit, looking every inch the corporate executive. The gold-rimmed glasses on his nose particularly gave him an air of scholarly refinement.
Wang Xiaohua inwardly praised him. A man like this was the most suitable for Wang Xiaohua.
Before long, they had finished wiping down the table, and the two sat on the sofa watching TV.
"Xiaohua, how old are you this year?"
"17."
"Oh, that's not so young anymore!"
"Qian Qian, are you still young? How old are you this year?"
"25!" Lin Qianqian answered.
"Oh, that's quite an age difference!"
