Mu Yiliang said nothing, her gaze falling on Xiaoze lying in bed.
"Thank you for today." She bit her lip, "I always thought I was quite capable, but in reality, it was just good luck. Once trouble hits, I'm useless."
Yan Sijue's breath caught momentarily.
Her avoidance in answering meant she still resisted him; she just didn't want to reject him outright because he helped her.
"No, you've done well." He smiled gently, "Didn't you seek my help? That shows you're indeed capable."
Mu Yiliang widened her eyes, "That's your capability!"
"Yiliang, not every matter needs your own hands to prove ability." He smiled, "Do you know the biggest trait of modern society?"
Mu Yiliang stared at him blankly.
"High specialization." He smiled, deeply mysterious, "Information and connections both are resources and reflect one's capability. You have the chance to seek my help, and I'm willing to help you, which shows you're quite capable."
