After Lan Qisheng ended the call with Liam, he scanned the faces around him. Almost everyone wore grim expressions, their faces heavy with fear and reluctance. Of course, that was to be expected. After all, who could keep a smile in a situation like this—
Oh, there was someone.
Sian, who had left Lan Qisheng's side earlier and returned to the couch, was sitting there quietly. No one knew what was going through his mind, but suddenly, a small smile bloomed on his face, like a delicate flower blooming in the heart of a bitter winter.
Lan Qisheng quickly averted his gaze, afraid that staring any longer might make him do something irrational.
"Commander, I'm sorry, but I don't agree with this," Ren Yi said. "As everyone knows, only a fool would trust a criminal. A criminal is always a liar."