He Lao Yezi glanced at him and asked, "Have you seen Mianmian before?"
Ruan Feng was startled upon hearing this and then shook his head, "No, this is the first time."
He Lao Yezi gave him another look, lifted the tea next to him and took a sip, then asked, "From the moment Mianmian arrived, I could see something was off in your eyes. Out with it! What's the matter?"
Ruan Feng was someone who had weathered many storms and was not so easily flustered. If something could make him unable to hide his thoughts and display them so clearly, it surely wasn't simple.
Ruan Feng knew that He Lao Yezi was a shrewd man, but he hadn't expected that He Lao Yezi would notice so minutely. As he was thinking of how to bluff his way through, he heard He Lao Yezi speak again.
"Although I am old, I'm not confused. Don't try to fob me off with lies."
Since he had asked, what he wanted was the truth.
