"I remember." Qi Zhaohua smiled at him, "But you go ahead and do your thing."
The woman's gaze was no longer on him. She looked past the scholar's shoulder at the incoming person, revealing a beautiful smile, "How does it feel?"
"Oh... oh." Fang Jidao looked back, and the upright man who was coming towards him was dressed in dark clothes. The color was identical to the woman's cloak, causing his eyes to ache.
He lowered his head, turned around, and started to jog away quickly.
"What else could I feel?" Shang Huaitong, on the other hand, didn't bother watching the retreating figure. There was a hint of helplessness in his smile, "If you were in my shoes, how would you feel?"
Qi Zhaohua thought for a moment, then laughed, "I certainly don't have Master Shang's acting skills. I'd be horribly embarrassed halfway through."
Shang Huaitong sighed, "That's exactly how I feel."