"No! No!" An Ying shouted once again.
That sounded deeply uneasy.
Tormented.
A name… that he couldn't bring himself to hear.
He felt like he was thrown into a net and was corroded by a plague-like virus.
When he heard that name, he would feel like his blood would flow reversely, and his muscles would stiffen out of control.
"Aye!" Zhan Se sighed. "You lost. You have told me the answer."
"I didn't!" An Ying bawled and sprang up from the chair.
The suffocating feeling in his heart was no longer there. He suddenly realized something; his eyes widened and looked at Zhan Se, who had a half-smile on her face.
Zhan Se arranged the documents on the table and returned to Xiang Wan.
"We got the answer. It's definitely him!"
Click! The lights came on.
The room was suddenly bright, burning bright.
An Ying suddenly awakened from his trance. His face was now ashen like a ghost.
"You…"
