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Ernest's pupils contracted abruptly, and there was an extremely pained emotion in his gaze. He basically just subconsciously looked at Leah.
Leah awkwardly pulled her lips and laughed, "Gary, you're making things up. I'm not pessimistic."
Gary smiled but didn't reply.
He took Celeste's hand and just said, "We will be heading out first. Feel free to stay. Oh, where are your materials? You'd better send them to Sylvia today. Don't delay her revisions."
As soon as they left, Ernest walked to Leah's side and looked at her face.
He stared into Leah's eyes unblinkingly with a complicated expression.
"No, Gary was just joking. I don't think I'm very pessimistic." Leah spread out her hands and explained helplessly, "I really don't think I'm pessimistic. If you don't believe me, then forget it. I can't explain it any better anyway."
"I am not the one who drew the portrait in the English textbook," Ernest said.
Leah was stunned, feeling a little suspicious.