He is. [It's fascinating, watching the different emotions play across that surly expression. Not very good at hiding, or maybe Shang Qinghua is just good at reading people by now. Or both. He's still not disabused of his assumption that Guangyao is the brains of that operation.

He chuckles, unable to hold it back, when Nie Mingjue just asks how he is. The concern is sweet, and his friend deserves sweetness.]

Doing well, as far as I know. But that's something you should ask him when you see him, right? [Cheerfully,] I'm sure you will soon!