Baozi wrinkled her nose, let out a long sigh, and shook her head, saying, "You two are both so sparing with words; the atmosphere must be terribly dull when working together~"
Sparing with words, was the most euphemistic term she could think of, but the little expression on Baozi's face didn't agree. I guessed she originally wanted to say 'two reclusive gourds,' but perhaps was cautious talking to someone she just met, so she used a relatively softer term.
"Who's dull?" Suddenly, a loud voice rang out from outside the tent, with a hint of laughter in the tone.
The curtain was lifted, and the man in his thirties who had been talking to Chen Qinghan walked in.
"Qinghan, he always ignores me, and I can barely get a few words out even when we finally meet! Hmph~" Baozi puffed out her cheeks, turning into an angry baozi.
