Yuejie was taken aback when she caught Shi Mei's gaze, feeling a mixture of surprise and an indescribable sense of familiarity.
She had already grown accustomed to Shi Mei's innocent, foolish demeanor, someone who understood nothing. Although occasionally her careless words infuriated Yuejie, wasn't it easier to manipulate a fool?
Now, seeing Shi Mei standing before her so lucidly, looking normal, Yuejie felt as if something was slipping quietly out of her control.
This feeling made her extremely uncomfortable.
Yuejie looked at Shi Mei and was about to speak when she suddenly heard Shi Mei say, "Please, have a seat."
Perhaps because she had just come to, Shi Mei's voice carried a faint hoarseness, a stark contrast to the familiar fool she used to be.
Yuejie hesitated, then subconsciously sat down.
Uncle Liu, carrying a fruit basket behind them, also felt quite astonished upon hearing Shi Mei.
He set the fruit basket on the table and stood behind Yuejie.
