When that thought surfaced, even Shen Zhilie himself felt a little frightened. He slowed his steps and turned his head to look at Ou Ming's eyes.
At that moment, Ou Ming's eyes were vacant, unfocused, and blank.
Shen Zhilie's brows creased together as he waved two fingers in front of Ou Ming's face and asked, "How many fingers?"
Ou Ming seemed surprised to hear the question. He answered simply, "Five."
When Shen Zhilie heard that, the nagging feeling that Ou Ming was pretending to be blind became even stronger. He asked suspiciously, "How did you know?"
"Which idiot would wave two fingers back and forth in front of a blind man?" Ou Ming asked.
Shen Zhilie's face darkened ominously, and he snapped, "You're indeed pretending to be blind!"
As he spoke, Shen Zhilie kept his eyes trained on Ou Ming's face and his eyes, afraid that he might miss a small detail.
