Zuo Zhizhen twitched the corner of his mouth uncontrollably upon hearing Bill's words.
However, he quickly adopted a serious expression and shattered their optimism: "I'm afraid it's not as good as you think."
"What do you mean?" Both looked at Zuo Zhizhen, puzzled. Hadn't the truth come to light? Qinghe had left after receiving a phone call. Although there had been no news for several days, something must have happened, but she should be safe, right? As long as she was safe, that was what mattered.
Seeing their clueless expressions, Zuo Zhizhen sighed. Czech was somewhat slow, straightforward in thinking, not one to read between the lines, and often oblivious, or perhaps it could be said he lived in his own world. He knew the world was dark but chose not to face it, pretending to be ignorant while truly understanding—simply desiring to live life his own way.
