Fu Shiyan noticed Jiangli's small movements and whispered, "Lili, what's wrong?"
Jiangli, having no subconscious defenses against Fu Shiyan, said, "Mr. Fu, do you feel these villagers are strange?"
Fu Shiyan glanced back; the villagers were squatting there obediently doing their laundry, and there was nothing unusual about them.
Fu Shiyan asked, "Why do you think so?"
Jiangli was puzzled, "Since we appeared, they seem to have been watching me, I don't know what they're looking at."
Fu Shiyan curved his lips, "Perhaps it's because Lili is too beautiful."
Jiangli was stunned for a moment, truly not expecting Fu Shiyan to say that, feeling a bit caught between laughter and tears, "Mr. Fu, I'm being serious."
Fu Shiyan looked serious, "I think I'm being serious too."
Jiangli couldn't help but laugh.
Fu Shiyan suddenly held her hand, speaking gently, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."
Jiangli glanced at his hand, somewhat puzzled, wondering how Fu Shiyan came to say such words.
