At the concert, Xia Zhaoyun never thought she would see this man again.
The Capital City was vast and densely populated. With the Zhaoyang Clothing Factory located in the suburbs, she spent most of her work and personal life at the factory and rarely ventured out.
That was why she had decided to tease him, without thinking to disguise her voice.
Now, she put on a cutesy, high-pitched voice and asked, her tone a mix of joyful surprise and a slight tremor, "Comrade, are you asking me?"
The man's brow furrowed. 'My face is just too popular with women,' he thought. 'Every time I have to strike up a conversation with one of them for whatever reason, they always overreact.'
Plenty of men got a strange kick out of that kind of cutesy voice, but he hated it. It sounded like a screeching bird, giving him a headache!
