บท 227: The devil's way of gratitude (1)

Mingshen frowned. "You know."

Jia glared at him. "I don't know and that is why I am asking you. If I knew, then I wouldn't have asked, right?"

He stared at her.

"What?"

"...You really don't know?"

She folded her arms and just gave him a look which was enough of an answer.

He looked away and felt like an 'Oh Shit' moment dawning upon him. It wasn't something that he wanted her to realize.

"You are not very smart, you know?"

She was left dumbfounded. "Is there a course on mind reading I don't know about but which I should definitely attend? I cannot understand you unless you use your words, Mingshen."

"I thought it was pretty obvious."

She smiled. "I am so sorry you have to be so specific for my sake. I caused you a lot of trouble, didn't I?"

"Definitely."

"..."

She released a helpless sigh. "Can you please tell me? It is my humble request."