“Give me a dress shirt.” “Tsk, sorry about that, Doctor Xie. You don’t get to choose.” He Yu’s smile was so light and perfunctory it was like gauze. Since Xie Xue wasn’t here, he could drop all pretense. His pitch-black eyes were devoid of the slightest hint of sincerity, and his tone was less than courteous when he said, “Ah, I really only have one shirt that’s in your size. My dress shirts are too big for you.”
