Should he say they are admirable for their courage, or merely ignorant and fearless?
When Chi Huan and Mr. Yin walked by, Mo Shiqian was gently sipping the red wine from his glass; his expressions unchanged, he maintained a calm pace, exhibiting a depth and indifference that made him difficult to fathom.
His eyes were half-closed, all emotion contained within them, his thin lips curling into a very faint smile, faintly revealing a gentle softness, but so faint it seemed like an illusion. Chi Huan stood obediently at the man's side, neither speaking to him nor giving him a second glance.
Mo Shiqian had just returned to the country. Most people who had dealt with him five years ago didn't know his current identity, and those who hadn't dealt with him then were even more oblivious to who he was.
Mr. Yin didn't recognize him either.
