Faced with Wei Liang's feeble, evasive explanation, Chen Bing's cheeks puffed slightly before she said coldly, "Never mind not being able to tell humans from ghosts. Can't you even tell men from women?"
Wei Liang curled his lip, speechless. "Spit it out."
Chen Bing was taken aback by Wei Liang's unusually cold attitude. Wasn't he supposed to be a lecher?
Why was he so cold?
Could her sister's information have been wrong?
Chen Bing hesitated, then slowly asked, "Aren't you afraid using a false name will invalidate your Identity Anchor?"
Wei Liang froze. "What false name?"
"'William.' Isn't that a false name?" Chen Bing asked.
Wei Liang froze again. "Huh?"
Chen Bing frowned. "Playing dumb now? Isn't that what you said when my sister came over earlier?"
"Huh...?" For the third time, Wei Liang sounded baffled. He argued, "What 'William'? That's a complete fabrication. I clearly said my name was Wei Liang. Maybe your sister misheard my accent?"
As he spoke, he called out, "Wei Liang~ Wei Liang~ Wei Liang~" a few times. With a touch of the magical nasal twang of an Alati lamb kebab vendor, it really did sound rather like "William."
Chen Bing stared blankly, suddenly feeling that her intelligence had been mildly insulted, yet also feeling that perhaps her sister really had made a mistake.
He did seem to be saying "Wei Liang," just with an excessively heavy accent.
"Fine, let's accept that explanation. What about 'Xiao Zi'?" Chen Bing demanded.
"Hey-have you got this all wrong?!" Wei Liang was very displeased, banging on the desk. "Are you here to interrogate me? If you want answers, you've got to give something in return. At least your sister..."
"84, 61, 90." Chen Bing coldly uttered three numbers.
Wei Liang's expression instantly changed like Tom the cat's. "See?