"Introduce me to some cars," Mu Lin said. "You must know something about them." In comparison to the flashy women, he found the simple beauty in front of him more pleasing.
"I do." The young girl nodded eagerly and introduced herself, "My name is Yang Hao. How should I address you?" It was their second encounter, and she still did not know his name.
"Mu Lin."
"Nice to meet you, Miss Mu." Her mouth revealed eight dazzling teeth, and in an instant, she transformed from a cleaning lady to a professional car saleswoman—if only she could put aside her mop and rag.
Mu Lin raised an eyebrow, "Just call me Mu Lin; and don't be so nervous." She didn't like being called 'Miss Mu'.
Yang Hao paused at first, then chuckled. It was a regular laugh, but it was far more comfortable than any professional smile; Mu Lin grinned. This was better.
She put her cleaning supplies aside where they couldn't be seen, then proceeded to show Mu Lin around.