Wei Qin squinted slightly, his beautiful phoenix eyes containing a hint of unease, astonishment, and complexity that even he himself did not recognize. He watched Little Wang handling the documents with indifference, but his lips did not curl into the smile Little Wang had hoped for.
Little Wang's excitement was doused, as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over him.
It was chilling to the bone.
"Wei Qin," Little Wang approached anxiously, standing still.
He had noticed long ago, since leaving Imperial City, that Wei Qin had not been happy. In fact, he had never been truly happy over the years, until he had met Jiang Yang, which made him somewhat better, and that was when Little Wang could detect his subtle emotions.
Wei Qin came back to his senses, furrowing his brows as he looked at Little Wang, then glanced down at the documents in his hands and nodded slightly.
