Hamer Phil had been transferred away for three days, and during those three days, nothing happened. Yang Yi wanted to talk to Owen and approached the prison guards, but Owen avoided him at all costs.
Yang Yi wasn't in a hurry, but he was very curious. He wondered what Owen was really up to.
It was another day for airing out, and Yang Yi sat on the same bench with Zhang Yong.
"Nice weather today."
"Not bad."
"What have you been studying lately?"
"I've been studying acting, haven't I told you already?"
"I've been meaning to ask, is acting any use to a spy? You're not planning to go undercover, are you?"
"I don't know if acting is useful for a spy, but how would I know what a spy is supposed to learn? I think learning to act must have some benefits, right? Life's a stage, after all, and it requires acting skills."
"You don't need acting lessons; you're already good enough. No one can outplay you. I think if you went undercover, you'd be an ace."
"Thanks for the compliment."
