This woman touched the moss in the grass on the mountain with her hand, yet she had no intention of prying open the surface soil to check the mountain's rock formations.
Can she determine the geological changes of the mountain just by relying on a bit of surface vegetation? Isn't that too exaggerated?
If it weren't for Windsor Reed briefing him in advance, along with having witnessed Huo Sining's extraordinary skill in betting on mines, Matthew might have thought the woman in front of him was crazy.
Just casually touching the ground a few times, her expression constantly changing, and muttering to herself — isn't that exactly like a lunatic walking out of a mental hospital?
Unsure of what the woman was doing, Matthew had his doubts, yet he couldn't get any explanation from Huo Sining. He could only uncomfortably hold back, constantly speculating, and whatever he thought of, it made his gaze towards Huo Sining become strange and complex.
