Originally brimming with enthusiasm to witness the rebirth of a national key cultural relic, Meng Xin Zhi had her spirits utterly deflated by Nie Guangyi's few words.
"Okay, okay, okay," Nie Guangyi happily accepted and then added a suggestion, "Perhaps the lady should also consider visiting an ENT clinic."
"..."
Meng Xin Zhi chose to keep her mouth shut.
The RV was spacious, and each lazy nitrogen molecule in the air seemed to ooze awkwardness.
If only they could all become active oxygen molecules instead.
Just one spark and this RV could explode.
"My lady, oh, my lady, the main ink master himself has extended an invitation. Won't you join us?"
"Mr. Nie, I am not your lady."
Meng Xin Zhi hadn't bothered to correct this term for a long time.
So long that Nie Guangyi found it meaningless to continue. "Just say whether you're a lady or not. If the answer is still no, then there's nothing I can do."
"..."
