Duanmu Huanghun was sleeping when he suddenly heard some activity outside. Fatty’s voice pierced his ears like demonic music.
Talking about debts again!
In his semi-conscious state, the voices plucked at the delicate strings of his sanity, making the corner of his eye twitch wildly.
Just what was this Ai Hui up to? Going around collecting debts? Is he a loanshark?
Duanmu Huanghun pulled the sheets over his head in an attempt to block the noise. He decided to restrain his curiosity and stay inside—he’d only be asking for trouble if he went out now.
It hadn’t been easy for them to finally get to safety, so why were these people not resting?
