As soon as we mentioned sanitary napkins, Dali harped on and on, trying to convince me that our ultra-thin night pad was the most comfortable among all the brands. He claimed it felt like he was wearing nothing. He even asked me to give it a try when I had time. In order to do sales, he insisted confidence in my own products were paramount.

Naturally, I refused. But on second thought, with Dali’s professionalism, how could our business fail?

Xiaotao headed back to the station alone while I stayed in the store and followed Dali around, familiarizing myself with the business. "Has Ye Shiwen left?" I asked.

"No, he wants to invite us to dinner tonight. We’re going somewhere only adults can play. Would you like to join us?" Dali lecherously arched his eyebrow.

"I won't go to that sort of place!” I retorted. “You better not get...