The person sitting between Bai Xiaosheng and Lin Weiwei was a man in his forties.
Well-groomed, sporting gold-framed glasses, and dressed in a business suit, he had an air that seemed incomparable.
He resembled the young CEO type from a romantic drama.
However, his eyes were straight and bloodshot, and his face was so clouded it looked almost like it could wring out water.
He was tightly clutching a black leather briefcase, seemingly afraid someone might snatch it away.
Honestly, anyone who encountered such a travel companion would feel quite uncomfortable.
Who knew if this person's emotional state might affect them.
However, what Bai Xiaosheng noticed was his expression.
Anxious, restless, irritable, tense...
How many emotions could manifest on one's face at once was a question perhaps only medical or scientific professionals would consider.
Bai Xiaosheng was neither, yet he paid the same attention.
Over the past year, Bai Xiaosheng had pondered a lot.