Deep within the Special Service Bureau, in the Director's office.
Yu Sheng sized up Baili Qing in front of him—until she sighed helplessly and stared back at him with those light grey eyes.
"What are you looking at?"
"Uh, nothing, nothing," Yu Sheng quickly looked away, scratching his head awkwardly. "Just curious about you..."
"If you're talking about my horns, they've naturally faded," Baili Qing said expressionlessly. "If you're referring to my 'sister' — she's feeling unwell, so she's resting today."
Yu Sheng pondered for a while how the one-eyed Baili Xue could feel "unwell"—especially since that eye was more like a projection.
But seeing this Director sister not looking too happy, he thought about it for a long time and didn't have the guts to ask.
Having known Baili Qing for so long, Yu Sheng felt he could finally discern some micro-expressions from her otherwise icy demeanor.
