"How long did you sleep? I didn't even get a wink of sleep last night."
Lu Xiaojiu: "..."
Did the charm wear off?
Lu Xiaojiu chuckled wryly, "Don't give yourself away."
"It's not about giving myself away or not; Wesley is incredibly astute. If any of us have secrets, you can bet he'll figure them out," Xiao Qiao said, extremely familiar with Wesley after all this time working with him.
He was too sharp.
"Keep your cool," Lu Xiaojiu said, "Act according to the situation."
Xiao Qiao glanced outside, took a bite out of a carrot, and said, "That's all we can do."
Bai Ye took Lu Xiaojiu's tablet, quickly adopting the demeanor of a sixteen-year-old, engrossed in games, as if he were a teenager addicted to the internet, though secretly paying close attention to the conversation.
