Yu Yanshen's deep gaze fixed intensely on her.
It was as if he were earnestly admiring a work of art, or more accurately, watching her with his whole heart.
Yao Qing found it difficult to meet his eyes, they were too deep and spirit-absorbing, as though they could draw one's soul into their depth.
She frowned and said, "I'm asking you a question, are you hurt?"
Yu Yanshen's hand remained at his chest, where he wore a simple bathrobe.
After a brief pause, he opened his mouth as if reluctantly.
"Sometimes I feel Qingqing is too slow to catch on, sometimes she's too smart. A woman being too smart can be quite exhausting for a man."
His indirect admission furrowed Yao Qing's brow even more, "Weren't you just going out to handle some business, how did you get injured?"
The idea of a corporate assassination attempt tied to dark forces due to vested interests flashed through Yao Qing's mind, and consequently, the look in her eyes when she viewed Yu Yanshen changed.
