"Mr. Miao, I wasn't avoiding you!"
Yan Feifan put on his best model-student face and explained, "The moment my part was done, I rushed out of the operating room without even staying to watch the other seniors' resuscitation efforts. I was just worried about making you wait."
He made a show of glancing at the clock on the wall.
"Oh, I can't believe it's almost five-forty!"
"Mr. Miao, it's dinnertime. How about we go eat first?"
Yan Feifan then offered enthusiastically, "My treat, Mr. Miao. You can have whatever you like."
Miao Quan stood up from the long bench, calling him out. "Don't I know you? Your explanation is just a cover-up. And you've gotten awfully talkative."
After a pause, he added, "That said, a talk after dinner would indeed be more productive."
"Alright, let's get dinner first then."
"That private kitchen will do. No need to go anywhere too fancy."
"I'll wait for you outside..."
Cornered like this, Yan Feifan couldn't drag his feet any longer.
