Meng Xin Zhi simply smiled without speaking, just quietly observing Nie Guangyi.
The Nie Guangyi, who should have suffered social death, had a face full of... surprise:
"Girlfriend, you better persuade Brother Xuan Shi's other half; if she gets cold feet at the last minute, I'll have to fight with Xuan Shi."
As he spoke, Nie Guangyi mimed rolling up his sleeves on both arms, though there were actually no sleeves there, looking like he might start a fight at any second.
His movements were so smooth, his expression so natural, as if he had known all along that Meng Xin Zhi was in the room.
All the embarrassment, all the desire to bury himself in the ground, all the digging a three-bedroom flat out of the city center with his toes.
None of these appeared to bother Nie Guangyi.
Forget about facial expressions, not even a shadow of discomfort could be found.