Dong Huiying was pondering a question.
Lao Si was not good with words, and previously, they seldom spent time alone, so she had not noticed it. But these days, she began to realize; the man who seemed emotionless was actually quite temperamental, but even when angry, he would sulk alone, keeping it to himself.
She scratched her head, initially struggling to connect with Lao Si's train of thought, often guessing for a long time what was bothering him. But maybe she had gotten used to it? Now, when his face fell, she knew his mood instantly.
This person was actually quite easy to understand. It was just that his expressionless, icy face was like a natural mask, great at hiding the worries in his heart.
"Alright, I know you're upset," she nudged his arm with her shoulder. "I don't like that Wang San either, but a great man knows when to bend, right? Besides, we still have important things to handle. Otherwise, this alias would be meaningless, don't you think?"
