"I wonder why this police officer has come to see me? Is there something you need?" Bi Xia waved away the lobby manager who had brought up Wei Ming and looked at Wei Ming curiously.
Wei Ming looked at Bi Xia with interest, sizing him up and down, and finally stroked his chin. "I've only seen you on TV before. I thought you looked good because of beauty filters. But now that I see you in person, you're real material."
Bi Xia did not sit on the sofa, but on the swivel chair behind the desk. "Is that so? Well, I should thank you for your compliment."
Wei Ming waved his hand with a smile. "No need, no need. I just like to speak the truth."
"I wasn't genuinely thanking you," Bi Xia said lightly, "After all, you were just speaking the truth. Your compliment is something I can bear."
Wei Ming: ...
He chuckled softly and scratched his head. Truly tough to deal with, this kid's way with words is incredible.
