Hu Xiaotian said with a grin, "When friendship runs deep, you drink till you bleed. What's the big deal? But..." He leaned a little closer. "Is there a martial art in this world that lets the two of us whisper so only we can hear, and nobody else can?"
"Who's whispering with you? Why are you so shameless, always trying to take advantage of people?" Murong Feiyan had clearly misunderstood him.
"You're so stingy. With the relationship we have, all I'm doing is taking a little verbal liberty. I haven't actually done anything, and you're still going to fuss over it?"
Murong Feiyan glared fiercely at him. "Let me draw a clear line between us. Outside of work, our lives have no overlap whatsoever." Hu Xiaotian's influence was obvious in that sentence; several of those expressions would never have come out of her mouth before. In truth, they had grown used to bickering all day. They could squabble all they liked, but it never got in the way of serious business. Murong Feiyan said, "The martial art you just mentioned is called Secret Voice Transmission."
"I knew it! So there really is something like that." Hu Xiaotian looked as though he had finally caught on.
Murong Feiyan asked, "Did something happen?"
Hu Xiaotian lowered his voice. "Nothing. I just feel there's something fishy about that Liu Baoju, so I'd like you to... heh heh..."
Their teamwork had become increasingly seamless. One look at his expression told Murong Feiyan what he wanted her to do: follow Liu Baoju and see whether the County Commandant made any suspicious moves. She rose and said, "Coming here with you was eight lifetimes' worth of rotten luck. All the hard, exhausting jobs fall to me!" For all her complaints, she never resisted the tasks Hu