His mind was buzzing.
After a long time, he walked out of the teahouse.
He was in a daze.
The sky outside was gray.
Before long, snowflakes started to fall from the sky.
Si lui stood on the busy street like this. The disappointment on his face formed a sharp contrast with the bustling street.
Uncle Fu looked at Si Lui’s back and his face was full of heartache. Just as he was about to hand the umbrella over, a wrinkled hand blocked uncle Fu’s hand.
“Master?”Uncle Fu looked at Old Master Jin.
Old Master Jin shook his head. “Now is not the time.”
Only then did si lui see Zhao Xueyin’s true face clearly. If uncle Fu gave the umbrella to her rashly at this time, according to Si Lui’s suspicious personality, he would definitely misunderstand that everything was planned by them.
At that time, the losses would outweigh the gains.
Therefore, he still had to wait.
He had to wait for Si lui to figure it out on his own.
“But...”uncle Fu felt sorry for Si Lui.