The kind of secret agent talk that sounds like it would fool kids...
Hera actually believed it.
Originally, Yang Ming was just pretending to try, but now he had to think seriously.
Was it because he had some ointment on his face that made him look more decent, or was this woman so into her research that her brain had rusted?
However, Yang Ming quickly discovered that Hera wasn't easily fooled.
"Mister, no offense intended, but can I know your identification number?"
Hera asked softly, carefully watching Yang Ming's micro-expressions.
"Identification number?" Yang Ming calmly retorted, "Do you think a secret investigator would have an identification system? Should I wear a badge and run around?"
"Then how should I verify your identity?"
Hera asked cautiously, seemingly afraid of angering Yang Ming.
