"This guy is just asking for a beating!"
Yang Yi grumbled indignantly before saying irritably, "There's serious business to attend to, let's go."
The atmosphere was awkward, not just ordinarily awkward, but very, very awkward.
Who knew when Kate had reached a level in Chinese above level six; God bear witness, Kate had indeed never asked Yang Yi to practice Chinese with her.
Thus, Yang Yi could only resort to not-so-great solutions to ease the awkwardness and the lingering tension in the air.
Wishes are always nice, but reality is often too cruel; whenever he was out with two beautiful women, Yang Yi would realize that the chances of successfully playing both sides were continuously decreasing.
Yang Yi was so disheartened that he no longer even felt like looking at the swimsuit-clad beauties, so down that he didn't even feel like talking.
Wandering aimlessly in search of the little blue truck, it was then that he suddenly heard a familiar voice speaking French.
"Hello."