Li San patted Li Qiao's head and hooked his thin lips, whispering softly, "I have it all figured out."
The next second, his palm was empty as Shang Yu embraced Li Qiao's shoulders and turned towards the gangway.
Li San watched their retreating figures, chuckled, and glanced sideways at Nan Xin, "Let's go."
Nan Xin followed him with a vacant gaze, but anxiety churned within her.
She couldn't see through Li San, let alone understand him. Having fought by his side for years, she knew all too well about his volatile temper.
The tenderness and overbearing attitude he showed today might just be a whim.
Who knows if tomorrow he would become unpredictable again, ridiculing her with his cold sarcasm.
Nan Xin walked more slowly, her head down, fearing the warmth he offered was just a mirage.
It would make her feel like a clown, played for fun, a mere joke to him.
