He naturally leaned toward Gu Lanshan, almost pressing himself against her, but she showed no reaction whatsoever. He snorted coldly in his heart, then casually stretched out his hand to adjust Gu Lanshan's tiles, shaking his head repeatedly, "Tsk, tsk, tsk... These tiles... are hopelessly bad!"
Han Chengchi said with a smile, "Shi'er, you're afraid of bad tiles?"
Sheng Shi glanced disapprovingly and did not respond. His slender and fair fingers drew a tile and casually tossed it out, "Four of sticks."
When he drew back his hand, Sheng Shi intentionally touched Gu Lanshan's hand, startling her awake.
Only then did she realize Sheng Shi had been playing her tiles for her. Her back suddenly broke out in a cold sweat; she had apparently zoned out at the mahjong table because of Han Chengchi and Gu Enen's impending wedding. She had always been very careful in concealing her own little emotions—had she revealed any flaws just now?