The man with glasses maintained his distinct posture, but the index finger tapping on the arm of his glasses suddenly stopped.
He turned his head to "look" at Chen Xiao.
Although his eyes were still squinting, Chen Xiao felt a piercing gaze land on him, like a drop of ice-cold water falling onto his skin under the warm sun.
It was the first time "the man with glasses" had "gazed" at someone from start to finish, not even glancing at Chen Xiao when he was acting crazy just a moment ago.
"I would deceive you," the man with glasses said blandly.
Chen Xiao grinned, nodded, and said one word.
"Good!"
The corner of the man with glasses' mouth curled up, and if his previous erudite demeanor was just an expression, then now, he had truly smiled.
"Black," the man with glasses said, then he lowered his head and began to habitually tap on the arm of his glasses again.