They had been silent the whole way.
Feeling Mei's gaze on him, Zhao Bai couldn't sleep no matter how he tried, even with his eye mask on. After suffering through it for a long time, he finally felt the plane slowly descending and sat up in relief.
"Stop staring. I'm not used to being watched, and I always lose first whenever I make eye contact with someone."
"Oh..."
Zhao Bai shouldered his luggage and slowly walked off the plane. Theresa, wearing a nun's headdress, stood waiting by the runway.
"You had a pretty good time, right?"
With her hands on her hips, the principal spoke with imposing authority. She was extremely confident in her ability to pick missions.
"It was all right. I gained quite a few disciples."
"What disciples?"
Theresa asked in astonishment. Zhao Bai merely shook his head without answering. No matter how clever she was, she could never have imagined that Zhao Bai had started a New Oriental cram school in the hotel's kitchen.
"Mei, how did it feel?"
Theresa turned to Mei and asked with concern.
Mei answered with a smile, "In a sense, I did accomplish my goal, but how should I put it..."
"I understand!"
Theresa cut Mei off, raised her head to meet Mei's eyes, then glanced at Zhao Bai. "He's that kind of man. He makes people speechless very easily."
Mei lowered her head and thought it over carefully.
Speechless really did suit Zhao Bai. Other than that, Mei couldn't find any other words to describe how she felt whenever she saw him.
"But don't be fooled by appearances!"
Theresa's emotions suddenly soared.
"Beneath the surface, Zhao Bai is actually a very sensitive and gentle man. He feels happy for other people's successes, and sad for their pain, but he never says