After leaving the prison, Xiao Ming once again came to the old house, knocked on the door, and saw that Sha Lang's face was haggard, his eyes bloodshot. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong with you? Don't tell me you haven't slept a wink until now?"
Sha Lang looked down, "Unfamiliar environment, not accustomed to it."
Xiao Ming laughed and, sitting in the wheelchair Mingyue had moved up, entered the house, "As a killer, your lying skills are really poor.
Actually, you're worried that your and Xing's fates are completely in my hands, so you dare not sleep, right?"
Sha Lang stared at Mingyue cautiously, "I don't care about myself."
Xiao Ming ignored him, looked around the room, and shouted toward the locked bedroom door, "Xing, come out, there's cream cake to eat!"
Sha Lang suddenly widened his eyes, his whole body tensed up, causing Qing to poke his head out from Mingyue's collar, too.
