Shen Xian smiled without a word, lowering his head and focusing on his food.
"Just kidding. What have I got to be afraid of?" Zhou Mu shot a sharp glance at Shu Yan, patted his own head, and sat back down.
"If you tell him your identity now, won't it make things difficult to proceed later?"
He picked up his chopsticks, not reaching for any of the dishes, his gaze burning into Shen Xian.
"No, it won't. I didn't tell him the specifics, and he won't ask further."
Shen Xian didn't think there was any problem and continued to casually cook food in the hotpot, not forgetting to add food to the plates of Shu Yan and Zhou Mu.
"And he won't get suspicious?" Zhou Mu furrowed his brows, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart, extremely so.
It pained him to suddenly have someone who knew Shen Xian's past—a past Shen Xian had always kept hidden, not wanting others to pry into.
"Zhou Mu? What's wrong?"
