Assistant Lin had been enjoying the performance just fine when suddenly, the young master fiercely pushed his head down, and "bang!" his forehead hit the back of the chair. With his mouth against the chair, he grimaced and couldn't utter a word.
"Young master, what's going on? If you need to avoid Xiao Yao's gaze, at least give me a heads-up. I've definitely got another bump on my forehead now." Assistant Lin was experienced by now; he knew that whenever the young master made such a move, he was about to be discovered. Just a few days ago, it happened several times. Once, the young master pressed him straight into the mud, and he got a mouthful of it.
Assistant Lin felt like crying but had no tears. This whole wanting to watch yet insisting on hiding from someone—what sort of behavior was this?
Leng Changrui seemed to hear Assistant Lin's silent cries.
