Unexpectedly, Zhang Da Yong and Yang Mo were even more tight-lipped than him.
It was enough to make him feel withdrawn.
But at least the outcome was good.
The gloom that had been building up for days was swept away.
"Mm…"
Yang Mo grunted noncommittally, staring blankly at the fire.
He could clearly sense Xiao Shenke's excitement and feeling of accomplishment.
'I should feel that way too,' he thought.
He had saved eighteen lives, so he should be even more excited.
Just as Xiao Shenke had said, they had brought the fates of many families back from the brink.
But strangely…
He didn't.
He felt none of the excitement he'd expected.
Not only that…
When he saw those people grabbing his wrist as if clutching a lifeline, he even felt an indescribable sense of disgust.
'So similar!'
'They're too much alike!'
'They… are too much like me!'
Just like when he'd first gone to the Tenth Prince's Mansion, fighting for a spot as a Mansion Official, clinging to Zhao Ci.
