Murong Yi returned home.
"Honey, you're back?" Tang Yiyue, wearing loungewear and a facial mask, said, "Didn't you mention you would be late?"
Murong Yi was pale. "Yiyue, I've received a message."
"What's wrong with you?" Tang Yiyue noticed something was off about Murong Yi, "What message?"
Murong Yi felt a chill in his limbs. It took him several tries to get his phone out.
Tang Yiyue suspiciously took the phone from him.
It was a bank transfer, but the content...
[Underworld Bank] Your account ending in 8907 has received a transfer of 1000 from Qiao Chuzheng.
The name Qiao Chuzheng was enough to scare Tang Yiyue.
She tossed the phone aside, "Honey... is this... is this some kind of prank?"
She's dead!
"Yiyue, Yiyue..."
Murong Yi pointed at the TV, which was slowly displaying a message.
—I'm back.
"Ah!"
Tang Yiyue screamed, the mask falling from her face.
