Jacob was deep in his own thoughts on the way back. Clara, who was the driver, asked in astonishment, "Doctor Ye, the Old Master isn't suffering from a major illness, is he?"
"It-It's not a big deal." He forced a smile.
"Then why do I sense that you're a bit restless?" She asked curiously.
"No, I'm not." He calmed down quickly and acted as if nothing was wrong.
"Hehe, I studied psychology when I was at school. You can't hide it from me," she laughed. "Your expression right now shows that you're distracted. Moreover, your words are casual and not focused. Well, your eyes seem dull, so you're distracted. It's easy to guess that there's something on your mind."
"You learned fortune-telling before, didn't you?" He stared at her as if he had seen a ghost.
"Haha, I was right,
