Uncle Ming answered the phone, and after a couple of sentences, passed it to her.
Liang Weining was puzzled as she softly called out, "Mr. Chen?"
"Don't want to learn?" came a deep voice from the receiver.
There was a faint sound of paper rustling, he must be working in his office.
Such a trivial matter required the big shot to call all the way to Pok Fu Lam for a personal inquiry.
She hesitated slightly, tentatively asking, "Do you really think I have poor physical fitness?"
It was a simple question, nothing more.
But as soon as the words were out, she saw through the corner of her eye Uncle Ming tactfully turning around to leave.
"..."
Clutching the phone, Liang Weining stood foolishly at the edge of the swimming pool, her eyes innocent.
