Fu Yisheng's voice was neither high nor low, neither too hurried nor too slow, but to Lu Qingqing's ears, it sounded like thunderous roars. Her eyes went wide.
She could hear every word clearly, but why didn't she understand when they were strung together?
Fu Yisheng's eyes were filled with a hint of amusement as he quietly waited for her to regain her bearings.
It likely took her a few minutes, but Lu Qingqing finally unraveled, crushed, and recombined Fu Yisheng's words. When she grasped their meaning, her first reaction was to blurt out, "Mr. Fu, you must be joking. I'm faint-hearted and easily frightened."
Fu Yisheng responded earnestly, "I am not joking. I never joke."
"No, you must be joking!" Lu Qingqing was very stubborn, then added, "I should be leaving now, goodbye!"
Picking up the hand-embroidered handbag that matched her cheongsam, Lu Qingqing walked out, seemingly on the verge of fleeing.