Maya Monroe withdrew her gaze with a smile: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I was just joking."
She didn't show it on her face, but her mind was constantly thinking and piecing things together.
Actually, she never expected to get answers from the photographer. She simply wanted to verify her own suspicions through his expressions.
Her deductive skills were average, but her observational skills were always her forte. Just from the other person's facial expressions, she could extract a lot of the information she needed.
Now it seemed her suspicions were correct, but something was still missing.
Her current speculation wasn't entirely accurate.
So what's missing?
With the material aid, Maya Monroe's days were significantly more comfortable.
The only pity was that they could eat very little of the food, not because the food was inedible, but because they didn't know how to cook.
