"Clap!" "Clap!" "Clap!"
Zhang Xiangyou gestured towards Han Zhuoling with his palm up. "See! This is the correct answer!"
"What call and apologies…? Children, you're all too young! Why would you make your girlfriend angry? Apologizing after angering her? That's too late!"
The men were all laughing, and even Shi Xiaoya and the ladies were chortling.
"OMG, I can't answer these!" Peng Zhen laughed as she held her stomach, waving a hand.
Shi Xiaoya shook her head. "Who came up with such questions? I don't even know the answers."
"Man, one more. I don't believe I can't get it right," Zhang Jian said.
"Okay." Zhang Xiangyou thought for a moment and asked, "For instance, your girlfriend—of course, Young Master Ling, your girlfriend's Xiaoya, please make the adjustment in your mind—
"Your girlfriend's shelling crayfish."
Han Zhuoling nodded. "Xiaoya does like crayfish."
