Xia Dabao arranged the Burns Insect Grass and said, "I don't know about that, it will last as many days as it can. The key thing here depends on Tian Xiaobei's attitude. If he's a soft character, willing to be bullied, then there's nothing that can be done, right? Who doesn't pick the soft persimmons to squeeze?"
Axian seemed to understand but not quite.
Xia Dabao then added, "I think that tight-lipped guy probably won't say anything. I've seen him so many times and he hasn't said a word, his face looks like it's paralyzed, no expression at all."
But Axian disagreed with Xia Dabao's opinion, "Sister, Brother Xiaobei is not like that. He's quite kind and he looks nice when he smiles, it's very comforting."
"When have you ever seen him smile?" Xia Dabao wondered. She had never seen him smile.
"That day at the market, he was smiling when he asked me for directions, but as soon as you came, he stopped smiling," Axian said honestly.
