"Alright, alright, let's not say things in anger..."
Yuncui patted Shen Mochen's head, comforting her rebellious brother just like a big sister would, completely missing the probing nature of Shen Mochen's words.
Shen Mochen kept his head down as he ate, constantly thinking about what Catherine had said.
He suddenly felt some regret. He shouldn't have doubted Yuncui; she didn't possess a sly demeanor.
This was a hangover from living in the slums for too long, where nearly everyone was selfish, deceit and manipulation were the norm, and people would gladly feast on each other's corpses to survive.
As a result, Shen Mochen found it hard to accept goodwill from anyone other than the Yin sisters; or rather, he didn't know how to accept it. He also felt that he was very suspicious, or as Caiyu would say, too cunning. It was a bad habit that needed changing to fit into mainstream society.
