The man lying there was still motionless for a moment. When he heard their voices and saw the two of them, his eyes suddenly widened.
"You… Why are you…" He pointed at Xing Jiuan with his thin fingers. He panted heavily, but he could not continue.
"Strange. I haven't seen him so energetic in the past few days," the young man said in confusion. "Boss, did your arrival switch him on?"
Xing Jiuan remained silent.
When she looked at him, his eyes filled with shock and panic.
"You… shouldn't… be like this."
After the man finished speaking with difficulty, Xing Jiuan slowly asked, "Then what should I be like?"
"Should I be in a state worse than death like you?"
The man finally could not take it anymore and laid back down. He kept whispering that this should not have happened.
His voice seemed to have been damaged by something. It was hoarse and unpleasant, and he often could not speak.
