Cries and laughter, terrifying and piercing, made Qiushan Caiyin shudder uncontrollably.
Then—
Snap!
Beichuan Si raised his hand and slapped Seto Cheng across the face.
The slap sent Seto Cheng's mouth bleeding, and he looked at Beichuan Si in stunned silence, unable to utter a sound.
"There's a limit to playing tricks and pretending to be spirits," Beichuan Si said.
"Heh," Seto Cheng let out a self-deprecating chuckle, the corners of his mouth twitching as he was about to laugh—
Snap!
Beichuan Si spoke expressionlessly, "Speak properly."
Seto Cheng covered his swollen, aching mouth, not daring to laugh or cry again.
"Can you just answer my questions?" Beichuan Si watched Seto Cheng calmly.
His overly composed demeanor surprised Seto Cheng deep down.
But perhaps there was still a chance for him to turn the tables...
He glanced at the old school building behind Beichuan Si, his mouth twinging in pain, "What do you want to know?"
