The elevator ascended silently, floor by floor.
Shang Hexing answered her, "It depends on grandma's health condition. When the time comes, we naturally will tell him."
Wen Zhi thought for a moment, "I think after being married for sixty or seventy years, they must already have telepathy. When the moment really comes, they might not need to be told by you. Both parties would probably sense it beforehand."
Shang Hexing glanced over, "So metaphysical?"
Wen Zhi nodded, "I believe in it."
Shang Hexing then said, "Then I'll try to believe it too."
Wen Zhi was startled, then quickly shook her head, "No, you can't believe in this, you're a public servant."
Shang Hexing couldn't help but grin, his smile as refreshing as a spring breeze, making Wen Zhi somewhat mesmerized.
But she didn't know why he suddenly seemed so happy.
At the same time, the elevator reached the floor.
Shang Hexing led Wen Zhi out of the elevator.
