Hu Changzai let out a guttural sob.
He did not wear his glasses, and his eyes seemed to bulge due to his myopia. He darted his gaze between Puppeteer and Lin Sanjiu for some time until the former snapped and roared at him, "Speak!"
"Ah!" Hu Changzai was startled. He coughed, stammering and squeezing the word through his throat as a myriad of colors—scarlet red, pale white, fear green—flitted across his face. "She… She doesn't seem to… to be lying."
It was hard for Hu Changzai to twist the truth.
Puppeteer narrowed his eyes. The glitter changed back from crimson red to silvery white.
"She did not tell any lies? Not even a word?" Puppeteer asked softly.
