Dong! Dong! Dong!
The old-fashioned clock rang on the top floor.
"Ah!" Qiao Hefeng jumped up again. "That's the sound of the clock!"
"The clock in our house is one minute late." Grandpa Bo interjected.
Everyone stopped.
It's already a minute past midnight?
Qiao Hefeng lowered his head and looked at himself.
"I'm fine?"
He jumped twice again. "What's going on? I clearly saw it! And there was even a time! They said I died after midnight!"
"Think again, was that really what it said?" Su Feifei, who had been waiting in the corner, opened her mouth.
Everyone immediately looked in her direction.
"Yup!"
Qiao Hefeng touched his head. "That… that's what they said, right?"
He should have...
Su Feifei's fist hardened.
Behind him, Patrick lifted his leg and kicked Qiao Hefeng.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Qiao Hefeng shouted, "Respect the dead! The day isn't over yet! Who knows what will happen!"
