No matter how loud Tiger's call was, no one came to do something with Primo. Fortunately, after two minutes of continuous laughing, Primo stopped and apologized for worrying him.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Tiger clicked his tongue continuously, eyes on the other bed and studying the smile cemented on Primo's face. "You said all of that, but dude, you're crazy. I still think you should be in a psychiatric ward."
"I've spent a good time in that kind of place and trust me, they can only help to such an extent." Primo shook his head mildly, snapping his eyes to the vase at the end corner. "So, he's dead, huh?"
Tiger arched a brow and asked, "You said you know Dimitri? Is that why you attacked Dominic Zhu?"
"Huh?" Primo blinked, looking back at Tiger obliviously. "Why would I attack Dominic Zhu because of him?"
