"You already told me there might be cameras around, and that someone could be watching with a telescope. So why did you ask me to come?"
But Xia Liang didn't respond. He only watched Wu Jiasheng with an assertive gaze. For some reason, Wu Jiasheng found that he hadn't refused.
He took out a new piece of paper and a new pen. After thinking for a moment, he started writing.
This time, he made almost no effort to cover up his writing, merely placing his backpack on the table between himself and Xia Liang. He didn't try to block the cameras and telescopes he suspected were there. After about a minute, his hand stopped moving.
Throughout the process, he kept looking at Xia Liang. Xia Liang, in turn, simply watched his eyes with a faint smile, never once tilting his head or making any other movement. After he finished writing, Wu Jiasheng simply placed his hand over the paper, not making any significant effort to conceal it.
