The Old Mischief's Discourse on Heaven and Earth (2)
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"It's alright," Yu Zhiwen said without a smile.
Dao Qiongcang gazed at the young girl with a look that seemed to say, "I don't want to talk anymore, just let me go," as he hesitated to speak.
Finally, he crouched down slightly, matching Yu Zhiwen's height, and forced a stiff smile:
"Give me a smile,"
"Hehe."
"Haha, that's a very forced smile."
"..."
Silence followed Yu Zhiwen's unresponsive glare, signaling the end of their conversation.
But she had more pressing questions.
She wanted to ask why the tampered Guilan didn't intervene when Bei Huai attacked her.
She also wanted to know why, even though the Supreme Master couldn't come out, Grandpa Yu, who had no restrictions, didn't show up again after being repelled with one blow.
Yu Zhiwen wasn't a child anymore.
She knew the answers.
Yet, she also understood that asking questions she already had the answers to, wouldn't just hurt one person, but two.