Xiao Feng glanced at the extinguished kerosene lamp and then thought about the seemingly open and sincere words Lin Bingqiao had just said. He immediately understood that it was time to start playing the "heartfelt" game.
Just not sure if after the heartfelt chat, would there be a soulful connection... ahem.
Clearing the distracting thoughts from his mind, Xiao Feng put on a look of surprise, and asked curiously, "I didn't even lift a finger in the teahouse. How did you know I'm skilled?"
"Ba Ge saw through the disguise on my hand with a glance. Just that keen insight alone isn't something that an ordinary person would have, and usually, those with such sharp eyes aren't lacking in skill either!"
At this point, Lin Bingqiao said seriously, "Whether you believe it or not, Ba Ge, I need to explain. This afternoon at the teahouse, I just wanted to shake hands and get to know you. I had no ill intentions."
