Yang Xiaoshan, who was following beside Hong Sheng as they walked towards their loved ones, noticed their leader walking slower and slower. He asked curiously, "Boss, what's wrong? Could it be... what's the word? Homesick? Yes, homesick!"
Still unsure, he turned to Leng Xiao, who was next to him, and asked, "Scholar Leng, am I right?"
Leng Xiao heard Yang Xiaoshan use a correct idiom for once and, instead of correcting him, nodded. He didn't bother with Yang Xiaoshan's celebratory jump for being considered a 'learned person.'
Instead, he gave Hong Sheng, who seemed strangely nervous, a smile that could either be seen as schadenfreude or sympathy.
"Boss, I told you not to mess around, but you insisted. Now look at you, all fair and chubby - how do you expect to make it up to your wife who's been worrying about you for a whole year?"
Actually, Hong Sheng hadn't gotten much fairer, but compared to his previously darker complexion, the little brightness was noticeable.
