Seeing that Lu Zixun had not spoken, Lin Beisheng chuckled softly and shook his head, whispering, "A person's gaze can reveal a lot of information."
"For instance, when a student genuinely hasn't done his homework, his eyes become frantic when you ask him about it."
Pausing for a moment, Lin Beisheng continued, "And the way Siyin looks at you, it's exactly the same as how her mother used to look at me."
Hearing this, Lu Zixun sharply inhaled.
Lin Beisheng could discern such subtlety in a gaze?
Just as Lu Zixun was hesitating whether or not to speak, he saw Lin Beisheng shake his head and say, "Forget it."
His gaze shifted from Lu Zixun to the front, and Lin Beisheng sighed softly, "I don't know what Siyin feels for you, but I hope you do not harm her."
There was a moment of silence.
Lu Zixun hopped down from the windowsill and came to the bed next to Lin Beisheng, lifting his head and speaking earnestly, "Uncle, I will."
