Wang Xiaoqiang pursed his lips and said, "Cut it out, Sister Ping, Qiao Zhi does look pretty sharp, but that haughty air of hers is really not my cup of tea. Please never bring this up again..."
"Oh, I was just speaking off the top of my head. Look how tense you got," Zhong Ping said, not only unoffended but actually bursting into laughter.
"Little Qiang, go to the bank and deposit the check after you cash it," Zhong Ping reminded him. "It's no small sum after all, and it's ultimately not safe to carry it around."
"I'll do as you say, I'm going to deposit it right now," Wang Xiaoqiang grinned foolishly.
"Go ahead, and come back here for lunch," Zhong Ping nodded, her face full of anticipation.
"No, Sister Ping, I need to get back," Wang Xiaoqiang said.
"Ah, alright then, see you next time," Zhong Ping said, slightly downcast.
"Oh, Sister Ping, my villa in the countryside is almost done with the renovations. Why don't you come and stay for a while?"
