Wang Daqiang did not ask why it took Yang Fan so long to buy alcohol, even longer than his own trip to the town for groceries. His lack of questioning entangled Yang Fan in perplexity.
All the prepared explanations Yang Fan had were rendered unnecessary.
That's the problem with honest people; they just don't realize the need to give others a way to save face.
Not only did he not ask, he acted as if he understood everything, almost causing Yang Fan to suffer an internal injury from holding back.
"Do you know that look on your face is asking for a beating?" Yang Fan said irritably as he sat down on the couch.
Wang Daqiang gave a wry smile, "How is my look asking for a beating?"
"Do you think I'm missing some parts or something?" Yang Fan asked.
This guy didn't ask a single question, but his eyes were full of mischief, and he was sizing him up so obviously that his intention couldn't have been clearer.
