After waiting for several long seconds, Mu Qiu released Li Yang's ear and started pretending to be ignorant as he conversed with Qiu Shuang.
"What was his question again?"
Qiu Shuang once again went through a round of perfunctory gestures, pointing to the sky and to the ground, shaking his head, running, and making a ninety-nine hand gesture.
"Oh—I understand now," she thought for a split second, flashed an OK sign, and began conversing with the seemingly innocent red-faced person opposite her,
"This Victor Tolstoyevsky, I'm afraid you've got it wrong. I've never written anything like 'The Overbearing CEO Says No: Ninety-Nine Escapes of the Little Wife.' You surely have mistaken me for someone else. The Fenrir beside you, who eats bones without spitting out the crumbs, is the person you're looking for."
Wei Yi looked at their bogus performance and clicked his tongue in disbelief: "They can understand even like this!? Impossible!"
