Chapter 102: The Flying Blade
"Morning, Mr. Gao! Your face is looking as round, shiny, and delicious as a fresh steamed bun today! Business must be booming!" Yin Zhe chirped, flashing a wide, perfectly white, and entirely shameless grin.
Mr. Gao grunted, not even bothering to look up from his cup. (Grunt.) "Just don't break any more of the furniture, Yin Zhe. My insurance policy specifically says it doesn't cover 'accidental sword explosions' ."
