"Hey, Comrade Iron Hand, good morning."
Iron Hand grunted, not looking at her, but not being rude either.
Ai Lun, this person, wouldn't take his indifference to heart. She cheerfully turned around, winked at Zhan Se, and made an "OK" sign with her hand.
"Zhan, little girl, you look in good spirits today."
Seeing her lovestruck look towards Iron Hand gave Zhan Se a bit of a headache. Rubbing her forehead, she responded with a laugh.
"Not bad. You look good too."
"Hehe, when you're good, I'm good, everybody's good!"
Snickered a bit, Ai Lun looked at her and then at Emperor Quan who was smiling at the corners of his lips. Looking back and forth, she felt that the couple seemed less stiff than in the past few days and appeared to have mellowed out.
Squinting her eyes, she asked suggestively, nudging her mouth.
"Hey, Zhan little girl, what's going on? Are you planning to surrender?"
