Wang Baole had a slightly nervous look on his face, and his eyes were shifty. It was as if he was trying to hide something. It was as if someone had found out something incriminating about him and had that information in their grasp; they hadn't yet unveiled the information yet, but once they did, it would be exposed to the public.
Zhuo Yixian had known Wang Baole for quite some time. This was the first time he had seen such an expression on Wang Baole's face. His eyes flashed, and even his breath quickened. He was secretly excited. His face remained expressionless; however, he was inwardly pleased. It was as if spring had suddenly arrived, and a field of flowers had blossomed in his heart, soothing his spirit.
