Qi Shan keenly noticed Gu Chi's gaze.
He asked in a quiet voice, "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong with me, but there might be with you." Gu Chi probed him, wearing an expression that said, You don't have to hide it. I already know what secret you're keeping. Even his tone was utterly certain.
With an ordinary person, he would have bluffed the truth out of him long ago. Even if the man didn't confess everything, he would have let something slip. But who was Qi Shan? Gu Chi had nothing but empty words—and even if he slapped the evidence right in front of Qi Shan's face, he could still argue his way out of it. Naturally, he wouldn't admit anything.
Not only did he refuse to admit it—
Even under Gu Chi's close scrutiny, his expression betrayed nothing.
Qi Shan scoffed. "If nothing's wrong with you, why would anything be wrong with me?"
Gu Chi: "..."
If nothing was wrong, then nothing was wrong. Why did Qi Shan still have to get a dig in?
Stung by Qi Shan's retort, Gu Chi could only put aside his concern, thinking, Truly like a dog biting Lü Dongbin—unable to recognize a good heart. He'd rarely shown anyone such kindness, and Qi Shan didn't know how to appreciate it.
Qi Shan didn't have much energy to spare for Gu Chi at the moment.
He just felt utterly exhausted.
He felt awful, yet still had to pretend everything was fine so no one would notice. It demanded tremendous self-control, and the mental strain was especially draining. He also had to keep an eye on the battle at all times, lest Young Master Shen really lose his life through sheer carelessness.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Gu Chi and Kang Shi. Experience had