Yarebin said he could tell, and, well, he certainly wasn't wrong.
The extent to which a person's gaze could be piercingly sharp was something Yang Yi experienced today; in front of Yarebin, he felt as though all his secrets were laid bare under the sun.
Yang Yi hoped Yarebin would explain how he had figured it out.
Yang Yi now suspected that Yarebin had seen through Anton's origins.
Anton remained silent. After glancing at Yarebin twice, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "If you can see through everything, why bother asking me?"
Yarebin pursed his lips, then threw his head back, cocking his head at the person standing behind him and said with a smile, "Doesn't he look just like a child full of resentment towards his parents?"
The person behind Yarebin nodded.