If He Jun hadn't been there for reference, Zhang Su might really not have been able to detect Xiaoshuai's complex emotions.
Fortune.
Zhang Su disliked the emotion of fortune, especially in such a situation; what was Xiaoshuai feeling fortunate about?
Feeling fortunate that the disaster hadn't affected more people?
Feeling fortunate that the Yama Corps arrived swiftly to mitigate the disaster?
Or holding onto fortune, hoping to use a sincere attitude to elicit sympathy and thus avoid punishment?
Aside from the first kind of fortune, the other two made Zhang Su feel disgusted, and coupled with the thoughts revealed by Xiaoshuai's micro-expressions, Zhang Su already had an answer on how to handle this matter in his heart.
"I respect your own choices!"
Before the crowd could react, Zhang Su stepped forward, pulled the bolt, and aimed at Xiaoshuai's face, full of panic and confusion.
Snap.
