Shen Mosheng nodded earnestly, his heart lifting with concern, unsure if Han Yingying had grasped his meaning.
His phone and his person were bugged with listening devices, his every move constantly monitored and surveilled.
He dared not relax in the slightest, fearing that he might bring danger upon Han Yingying.
But no matter how cold and harsh he was, Han Yingying refused to stay away from him, which vexed him greatly.
Upon entering the Haunted House, he suddenly realized that as long as he stayed silent, all the eyes monitoring him were as good as useless. Rather than being constantly on edge, it was better to let Han Yingying know it was him so that she would stay far away.
With this thought, worried that Han Yingying might not understand, Shen Mosheng became anxious and wrote on the palm of her hand again.
Han Yingying looked at him complexly for a long while, then nodded.
