Hu Changzai let out a guttural sob.
He did not wear his glasses, and his eyes seemed to bulge due to his myopia. He darted his gaze between Puppeteer and Lin Sanjiu for some time until the former snapped and roared at him, "Speak!"
"Ah!" Hu Changzai was startled. He coughed, stammering and squeezing the word through his throat as a myriad of colors—scarlet red, pale white, fear green—flitted across his face. "She… She doesn't seem to… to be lying."
It was hard for Hu Changzai to twist the truth.
Puppeteer narrowed his eyes. The glitter changed back from crimson red to silvery white.
"She did not tell any lies? Not even a word?" Puppeteer asked softly.
Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped so hard that it was now in her throat. Taking advantage when Puppeteer was not looking at her, she kept sending a signal to Hu Changzai. Nonetheless, since two puppets were guarding her, all she could do was quirk her lips and hope that Hu Changzai would get what she mean.
