“Having said that I’d like to make up for last night,” I quickly rose to say,“I’d really like to buy this dinner.”
“Don’t. You are a woman,” Guo proclaimed once more.
“Do you suppose I’m not a man?” Mr Bao didn’t move, playing with a toothpick in his mouth. “Let me pay this time.”
“Come on, Mr Bao, you are a guest.” Guo reacted, heading to the reception.
Mr Bao didn’t insist, nor did I. For I knew Guo very well - If I did, it would only off end him and make him lose face. Face was the essence of Guo.