The monk booked a suite, with a big room sectioned off into a small room. Two beds, and a mahjong machine table inside. When Mr. Su Bai and the fat guy arrived, the monk was brewing tea. God knows if he carries tea leaves with him at all times. Foye was standing by the window, staring at the bustling traffic below, lost in thought.
The fat guy sprawled onto one of the beds and yawned, while Mr. Su Bai walked over to Foye and asked:
"What are you thinking about?"
"Thinking about futile thoughts." The monk interjected while brewing tea. After all, monks are most sensitive to shifts in their mental states. Ever since Foye and the monk became acquainted, their relationship had been harmonious. At this moment, it was apparent that Foye had undergone a mental shift, and the monk could naturally sense it. Moreover, judging by these interactions, the two had become so familiar they could understand one another's intentions.
