The message was from five minutes ago.
She pressed her temple, then replied.
[You explain? Explaining would only dig your own grave. Shut up and stop talking nonsense. Do you still want to live?]
Pei Mengzhi, who had just gone through the arduous process of registering a Weibo account, jolted awake after reading these words.
His hand trembling, he hastily deleted the tweet he had crafted.
Indeed, explanations could serve as cover-ups.
As soon as he spoke, netizens would only think he had been enthralled by Si Fuqing and planned to abandon Zuo Qingya.
What should he do now?
In a flurry, Pei Mengzhi dialed a number. "Hello, Miss Si! Save me! Please, have mercy and rescue me!"
"Stay put." Si Fuqing was unsympathetic. "I told you to come find me after the talisman burns. You, a grown man, are like a turtle looking at the sky."
Pei Mengzhi was confused. "Why a turtle?"
Si Fuqing replied, "Hesitant and timid."
