The Institute (31)

Chu Yi stared at Mu Fang, face devoid of anger or even shock. With such calmness, it was almost as if he was looking at an insignificant stranger, a jumping clown frantically trying to incite the crowd.

Mu Fang's evident scheme of fermenting chaos and distrust among the players did not make him excited, instead, he almost looked bored as he observed the varying reactions of the players.

A kind of disappointment of someone already falling into a predetermined trap.

He then looked away disinterestedly, no longer bothered with the affairs of the players.

Mu Fang who had been waiting in expectation for the look of betrayal and despair to appear on Chu Yi's face was directly pierced in the heart with those eyes,

Even his face cramped with the effort it took to keep up his natural smile, this lack of interest was even more painful than if he had been drowned in spats of condemnation and contempt.