Munching on watermelon, Sister He Qing gloomily said to Ning Rui, "We were going around in circles before, this matter isn't small, nor is it simple. You'd better think about how to communicate with your parents."
Before Ning Rui could open his mouth to speak, she bit into the so-called Stone Melon that Zhang Xuehua had highly recommended, mumbling discontentedly, "Your circle is really chaotic. You city folks really know how to play, quick to put lives on the line over nothing."
Ning Rui felt aggrieved, "I didn't know anything! Teacher He, no, Sister He Qing, why didn't you just say so before? Back then," he mimicked a pulling gesture with his hand, "It was like shooting an Eastern fantasy drama, with special effects definitely worth more than 50 cents! Anyone would have believed it! But now if I try to explain, I have nothing to show for it, and with the way my dad is, they're not going to believe me!"
