Xiaobao listened to Han Bing's outburst, and thick-skinnedly said, "Little Bingbing, calm down. You don't know how much I've missed you. I only fell asleep this morning from thinking about you!"
When it comes to telling lies, Xiaobao admired himself even more, without so much as blushing.
"Who would believe that? You haven't called me even once in these past months!" Han Bing was genuinely upset.
Xiaobao's eyes darted around, and he immediately turned the tables: "You say that, but you haven't called me either. Do you not miss me at all?"
"Humph, you rascal, blaming me now, huh? You had Lu Qingyu tell me not to call you recently and to pass everything through him," Han Bing said irritably.
"Uh... let's not talk about that. How's the hotel coming along over there?" Xiaobao quickly changed the subject, knowing he was at fault in the end, which was the truth.
"I've opened three already. When is the chairman coming for an inspection?" Han Bing huffed.
