"Forget it, never mind."
After thinking for a moment, Hao Jian shook his head. The train was still moving, and perhaps the elderly gentleman would soon realize his money had been stolen and someone would handle the matter. Hao Jian decided not to bother with it.
He glanced around the compartment with disinterest before turning his attention back to Lin Qingxue. With a light laugh, he said, "Perhaps I really am just a laborer, as that gentleman suggested."
Hao Jian touched his nose and smiled slightly. Under the murderous glare of Lai Zhiwen, he began chatting freely with Lin Qingxue. Lai Zhiwen, sitting nearby, grew increasingly red-eyed. Several times he tried to interrupt their conversation, but Hao Jian always managed to dismiss him with nonchalant remarks.
This man is quite interesting...
Watching Hao Jian talking and laughing, Lin Qingxue's gaze was peculiar. Although she was a freshman, growing up in such a family environment had made her attuned to human nature.
