Once again, Merlin did not directly answer the question but responded with a meaningful glance, which made Zhuang Xiao want to pick up the bottle of mineral water on the table and smash it into Merlin's bewildering face.
First, he used her to advance his plan, and now he's playing the riddler here.
Zhuang Xiao was sick of riddlers, especially when having to stay in the shelter every day, under a constant oppressive atmosphere.
She deemed Merlin to be an unreliable person, only adept at spouting motivational nonsense and making empty promises.
She was already contemplating kicking Merlin aside and listening to what Chen Qi had to say instead.
At the thought of this, Zhuang Xiao felt her future was shrouded in darkness; Chen Qi's gloating gaze was still fresh in her mind. Having to choose between him and Merlin was like picking the lesser of two evils, but... in either case, it was still a pile of shit.
