But he simply did not want to tell Shang Qinghua.
Why was it that he could not read Shang Qinghua's thoughts?
Since he could not understand what Shang Qinghua was thinking, why should he reveal his own thoughts?
So Yue Mingxuan chose silence.
He naturally had no idea what Shang Qinghua had gone through while searching for him.
Nor did he know that Shang Qinghua had been driven nearly mad with worry.
He was only feeling awkward over his inability to read Shang Qinghua's mind.
Yet he did not realize that his attitude had completely angered Shang Qinghua.
Shang Qinghua had been anxious and distressed over Yue Mingxuan for days.
And yet, Yue Mingxuan responded with this kind of attitude.
To Shang Qinghua, it felt as though all his efforts had been in vain.
Even after finally finding Yue Mingxuan, this was the response he received.
It was utterly disheartening.
"Since you refuse to say anything, then I have nothing to say either," Shang Qinghua said.
