"Indeed quite... ahem, put them away, put them away. My legs aren't short either, so this doesn't count as a specialty! In other areas, like skills."
"Hehe..."
Zhuo Qianqian retracted her long legs and said, "Boss, have you ever heard this saying?"
Wang Fan was taken aback, "What saying?"
Zhuo Qianqian squinted and smiled, "There are fifty-six ethnic groups, and fifty-five are good at singing and dancing. I'm decent at singing and dancing; my mom is a music teacher at the elementary school back home."
Well, I've embarrassed myself.
Wang Fan sighed; he'd forgotten that Zhuo Qianqian was from the Uyghur nationality.
"They say when God closes a door, He opens a window. Maybe He shut your alcohol tolerance window?"
Zhuo Qianqian proudly smiled, "You've got that wrong. I'm not under His jurisdiction; I answer to Lady Nuwa, and she's so fond of me, she couldn't bear to close off too many of my doors, hehe."
