"Shut up," he said.
In the dim light, the slender figure could be seen chilling on the rocking chair, lazily squinting.
Qiao Hefeng shut his mouth for two seconds and lowered his voice, but he was still aggressively whispering.
"You almost scared us to death! Why aren't you telling everyone you're alive? I thought I saw a ghost! Unless..."
His body trembled and he looked in Bo Silin's direction, horrified, as he quickly grabbed his arm.
The next second, he was thrown against the wall.
"Oh my gosh, you are alive!" Qiao Hefeng heaved a sigh of relief and touched the back of his head again. "It really isn't a dream… It hurts…"
Bo Silin was speechless. He had not expected Qiao Hefeng to see him, so he had chosen to take advantage of the situation and wanted to make him a spy.
He didn't expect to have a spy with the lowest IQ.
"Come here, I don't have much time." Bo Silin said.
"Where are you going?"
