Big A remained silent.
Hai Ge felt somewhat awkward sitting there.
She wanted to help in the kitchen but feared she might just get in the way. She glanced again at the man sitting opposite her.
He was wearing a mask, sitting there with his arms crossed and an expressionless face, like a statue. However, his eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, but far too cold.
That coldness was different from Musheng's indifference; it seemed to lack any hint of warmth, which was a pity for such attractive eyes.
The atmosphere in the room became oppressively tense. Hai Ge wasn't usually at a loss for words, but faced with this man, even if she had a thousand ways to start a conversation, it wouldn't matter if he didn't respond.
How odd, how could Musheng have such a friend?
