Alright, one couldn't say *they* were dirty, but this artistic detachment was clearly beyond the comprehension of a worldly person like him.
However, seeing her before him now, he found himself genuinely willing to cooperate with her tacitly.
Hua Xiaomo took a sip from her mineral water bottle and turned away from him. "President Qi," she said, her back to him, "perhaps you should go and... relieve yourself first."
Qi Longbing chuckled again, his gaze on her back. He slipped a hand into his jacket pocket, a smile playing on his lips as he remarked, "Miss Hua... you seem very calm."
"President Qi, that's something you wouldn't understand. It's a fundamental quality for those of us who study painting," Hua Xiaomo replied, still facing away, taking another sip of water. After a moment's thought, she added, "Actually, you're not the only one who feels this way."
"Oh?" Qi Longbing feigned ignorance, though his handsome features contorted slightly, as if in pain.
