Eileen looked at Gao Yang in a strange way, as if examining a stranger.
Gao Yang couldn't help but touch his face and frowned, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Eileen pouted, adding a touch of femininity, then frowned, "Boss, you're not the same as before."
"What do you mean?"
Eileen frowned, "The old you, when faced with something like this, would definitely grab a gun and go for it, not considering so many factors. You thought of Grand Ivan as your friend, and you would unconditionally help him, without thinking about the right timing or the greatest benefit."
Gao Yang fell silent. After a long while, he let out a long sigh of resignation and said in Chinese, "In the world of mercenaries, we're not free to act as we wish."
Half with a sense of lament, half with self-mockery, Gao Yang looked at Eileen and said solemnly, "What, you don't like it?"
