"Not at all, I feel perfectly normal!" Old Li was somewhat puzzled.
"You haven't felt any discomfort?" Han Fei was also shocked; he looked at Old Li, who was practically a walking Ghost Mountain.
"Nope, but you look a bit pale. Are you overworking?" Old Li, covered in filth and followed by a grudge, actually started expressing concern for Han Fei.
"As long as you're not feeling unwell, that's fine." Han Fei tried to regulate his breathing. As a professional actor, tonight was a tremendous test of his acting skills.
He had to ignore the stench emanating from Old Li, and the ghosts and grudges clinging to him; he had to be a "normal person" just like Old Li.
"You still haven't explained why you are here? And what exactly happened in the school?" Old Li was very responsible; he didn't fully trust Han Fei just because of his teacher's work permit.
Han Fei had wanted Old Li to read Shu Mengting's diary, which contained information related to Old Li among the relics of the deceased.
