Cong Wen, Wu Ya, and the others were all overjoyed. Previously, in similar scenarios, Ji Tianqi was able to perceive things that were entirely different from what others could see.
By entirely different, it meant that Ji Tianqi couldn't even see the motion of Shen Shili clenching his fist.
It sounded somewhat unbelievable, but just as when Ji Tianqi's gaze was clear and clean when he was lucid, this was quite normal for someone with a mental illness.
[Good news!]
[It could also mean...]
Wu Ya took a deep breath and looked towards Cong Wen, who nodded in response.
Wu Ya took another deep breath, "Mr. Ji, what do you think?"
"I haven't decided yet," Ji Tianqi shook his head slightly.
Wu Ya let out a half sigh of relief.
"Don't worry, Mr. Ji, eight years have already passed, and we're not in a rush for one or two more years. Take your time to think. Besides, this is actually good news.
