The shrill calls of cats drilled into his ears. Chen Ge's hands that held Ying Tong were already covered in cold sweat. He still could not see anything, but he knew that Ying Chen had already entered the corridor, and the distance between them was drawing ever closer.
"Ying Chen? Don't you normally use the elevator? Why would you be using the stairs today? Are you doing some kind of exercise?" Miss Dress' voice came from the sixth-floor corridor. Perhaps the shock from seeing the human head had not passed—her voice was still trembling slightly.
"I believed that I heard someone talking in the corridor earlier, so I came up to look. By the way, why are you here?" Ying Chen's voice came from the corner of the stairwell. Currently, there was a less than five meters between Chen Ge as well as Ying Tong and Ying Chen. If he took another few steps forward, he would be able to see Chen Ge, who was leaning closely against the wall.
