Zhao Jing's lips were pressed into a thin line, the muscles in his jaw twitching slightly. His deep eyes were fixed intently on Mr. Xie.
With the slightest of expressions, he betrayed his immense caution and apprehension about what Mr. Xie was going to say next.
De'an, on the other hand, was far more expressive. He had shot up from his chair, his hands balled into fists, and was leaning so far over the table he was practically lying on it.
He impatiently urged Mr. Xie, "And then? What happened? Moonlight Fragrance is being sold in the Prefecture now, which means even if there was trouble, my sister must have resolved it smoothly. Right, Mr. Xie?"
Mr. Xie nodded slightly, smiling at Zhao Jing and De'an. "Right."
The moment he said that, not only did the tense muscles in Zhao Jing's jaw relax, but De'an also plopped back down into his chair.
