Zhao Cheng thought about it. Something similar seemed to have happened long ago, but that was a very long time ago.
And afterward, the winds and clouds had shifted, and people's hearts had changed beyond recognition. Looking back now, he could only say: such were the times, such was fate.
"Thank you for the trouble."
Zhao Cheng said this out of consideration for the old man's feelings. Even though he knew her intentions were not pure, he did not show it.
In the past, he would never have considered such things. He would only have thought about his own feelings. But now, he had learned to put himself in others' shoes, to "love" those who loved him.
Human nature was strange like that. When one was loved, one was utterly unaware of it; only after losing it did one regret it beyond all remedy.
"Just put it on the table."
Zhao Cheng glanced over and said that, then immediately turned his attention back to the e-book in his hands.
The smile on Xie An Ya's face did not change, but her mind was racing. This plot was completely different from her script.
Even if he had suddenly changed his heart, all that past tenderness and affection couldn't have been fake, could it? At the very least, he should have reacted somehow, exchanged a few more pleasantries.
In fact, in the script she had originally envisioned, Zhao Cheng would have been overwhelmed by the favor.
After going back last time, she had thought about it for a long while. In the end, she felt that the most likely possibility was that Zhao Cheng had been putting on an act all along—a tactic used in romance, with an expert surely guiding him behind the scenes.
That was why she had not rushed