"So you're saying," Situ Jingliang took a draw from his cigar, his tone gentle, "that she's the only one you have in mind?"
Zhan Shaopeng shivered unexpectedly and hastily explained, "No, no! Third Brother, you've got the wrong idea! I just want to learn skateboarding from her, that's all. No other intentions."
"Men and women should not touch hands when giving or receiving things."
Zhan Shaopeng, with nothing to say, retorted, "What era are we in that we still talk about men and women not touching? Third Brother, your thinking is really old-fashioned!"
Situ Jingliang put out the half-smoked cigar and sat up straight, "Are you sure she's the only one you have in mind?"
Zhan Shaopeng was about to say something when his eyes fell on the half-smoked cigar in Situ Jingliang's hand, and he wilted like a frostbitten eggplant, "Third Brother, I might as well hire my own coach."
Situ Jingliang nodded, "Don't worry, I'll arrange the best coach for you."