Tang Zelin didn't respond but took a harsh drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaled, then suddenly turned to stare at Yuan Xiao.
Yuan Xiao tingled with nervousness at his gaze, "Bro, don't look at me like that, it's freaky in the middle of the night."
"Erfat, let me ask you, do you believe in all that supernatural mumbo jumbo?"
"No way! Born in the new China, raised under the red flag, descendant of the red army, my belief is in communism, and my ideal is to strive for the rise of the motherland using Renminbi!"
"Do you still want to sleep in this room?" he glared threateningly with narrowed eyes.
Yuan Xiao honestly said, "You're allowed to bear arms and stand guard for the country, but you won't allow Comrade Xiao Yuan to contribute to the GDP of the country? That's dictatorial!"
"I'm serious here."
Yuan Xiao seriously replied, "I don't believe."
"Hmm," Tang Zelin frowned.
