That stare was really uncomfortable.
It was like the two of them were saying he wasn't qualified to nod along.
Lin Li always felt like, in Uncle Yan and Uncle Yang's minds, he was suffering terribly.
Lin Li could now understand why those girls hated the Male Gaze. It really was disgusting and uncomfortable.
Patriarchal Society, get lost!
He'd decided. When he got back, he'd switch sides and support changing "calculus" to "Jubi Fen" and "Pakistan" to "Mabi Stan"!
Lin Li wasn't the only uncomfortable one present.
Based on Yang Liang and Yan Aosong's understanding of Lin Li, judging by his current expression, they couldn't guess what he was thinking—though that had nothing to do with how long they had known each other. As long as someone was human, even after spending a lifetime with Lin Li, they still wouldn't be able to guess what he was thinking. But that didn't matter. They could predict with certainty that he was thinking something utterly outrageous.
Sigh, Lin Li. Sigh, Xiling. Sigh, a future with no light in sight.
Lin Li, Yang Liang, and Yan Aosong sighed in unison, sharing the same bleak feeling.
"Alright." In the end, Yang Liang waved a hand and dispersed the strange atmosphere. His gaze followed the transparent floor-to-ceiling window toward the other side of the street, settling on the two convenience stores. He tilted his chin at Lin Li. "Which one is planning to buy counterfeit cigarettes?"
Yang Liang and Yan Aosong had naturally not come to this shop tonight just to meet up with Lin Li for a meal and catch up—meeting Lin Li without a reason was pure self-destruction. The truth was that Lin Li had previously given them a heads-up about a tobacco-related criminal case, and he had now found some leads.
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