"Boss, why do I feel a chill down my spine? There's nothing weird around here, right?" Zong Wangyue's acting wasn't bad; he hunched his neck, his voice trembling as he spoke.
"Seems, seems like there's something, something behind us."
Man, I really couldn't tell—Jin Qi's acting skills are top-notch too. I fought the urge to give them a thumbs-up and, feigning calmness, said with a smile, "Nonsense, it's broad daylight. What could possibly be out here?"
"Let's just hurry up and go. This place has a heavy aura of gloom."
Zong Wangyue turned and walked away swiftly, followed closely by Jin Qi.
"Cowards."
I mocked with a laugh and was just about to leave when I suddenly asked Zong Wangyue, "Zongzi, where did you put my notebook?"
Turning around, Zong Wangyue saw my gaze drift toward the front passenger seat and immediately understood, saying, "I think I put it in the glove compartment in front of the passenger seat."
