Hua kept smiling, sometimes nodding in agreement, sometimes feigning surprise and asking questions.
Encouraged by her responses, Marty talked on and on, recounting every detail of his time with his guardian.
When the starskiff stopped, Marty still had more to say. But given the choice between Hua and his guardian, he did not hesitate. He immediately ended the conversation and picked up the white coat his guardian had asked him to bring.
Marty stepped off the starskiff and strode over to his guardian.
Hua followed at an unhurried pace. By the time she reached them, the white coat was draped over his forearm. He asked Marty, "How did you two get along?"
Marty declared confidently, "We got along wonderfully. If you don't believe me, ask Hua."
Hua, dragged into this out of nowhere, said, "..."
She and Marty really did not get along.
Hua met the guardian's gaze and nodded without changing her expression, confirming Marty's claim.
"Yes, we had a lovely conversation."
Xianyu chuckled softly, a touch of emotion in his voice.
"Then I can rest easy."
He raised his hand to his collar, about to change out of the overly elaborate formal jacket, when his Jade Abacus rang.
Hua casually took the coat draped over his arm and waited quietly.
The guardian took out his Jade Abacus. Apparently, he had seen some delightful news, for his eyes and brows lit up with a smile unlike any she had seen before.
He rarely displayed any wild or overtly emotional expressions.
Most of the time, he either wore a cold expression or a gentle smile.
How should she describe it? His face was usually smiling; only his eyes betrayed the truth.
There was no emotion in them.
Money, power, fame, and all the other things humans chased were within his