In that flash, Mai Mingle knew she couldn't hide it anymore.
The only thing to do was to keep playing her part.
"...Jonah?"
A cold sweat broke out on her back, and the muscles in her face felt heavy and stiff. Mai Mingle had no idea if she had successfully managed a "curious" expression—but she had tried her best.
"The same Jonah I mentioned when I passed on the message?"
She pretended not to notice Fu Tailan's gaze, looking only at Longzhen. "The one whose life was in danger? What about him? He's not… nothing happened, right?"
Before either of them could answer, Mai Mingle made the sign of the cross.
"God bless," she murmured. "Please tell me it wasn't because my call was late... God wouldn't blame me for that..."
Longzhen glanced at her superior. Fu Tailan frowned, waved a dismissive hand, and muttered, "She's religious." His gaze finally shifted away from Mai Mingle's face.
Mai Mingle inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
