Upon hearing these words, the man finally looked up.
He reached out and pressed a switch.
The monitor in front of him displayed the surveillance video of the rest cabin next door.
His gaze swept over others and stopped on the figure in the last seat.
The book covering the other person's face had slid down somewhat, allowing a view of the eyes behind it, long curled lashes casting shadows beneath the eyelids.
For a moment, Mu Xingzhi felt as if he were dreaming.
The butler was right; almost no change marked the person's face, except for a persistent frown that seemed impossible to dispel.
It reminded Mu Xingzhi of the first time he saw Ye Shaohua, ten years ago.
Back then, everyone on West Island had heard of the famously renowned Ye Shaohua from South Island.
He followed his master, as she stood on a rock at the entrance of South Island, apparently being punished for some wrongdoing by the South Island's master.
The punishment was severe.