Everything seemed to come to a standstill.
Curly Hair carefully glanced up at Fang Zhao.
After having such a scare, he had completely and thoroughly sobered up.
Fang Zhao's warnings that had been tossed to the back of his mind while gaming finally came back.
His mental state went through several changes from excitement to fright and then to anxiety.
Curly Hair backpedaled his paws as if trying to hide. Then, he whimpered slightly towards Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao remained seated, staring at Curly Hair while maintaining his silence.
Curly Hair averted his gaze and shrunk his neck back as well. His entire body felt as though it was going to shrink into a ball from guilt.
"I…"
Curly Hair wanted to find an excuse and explain himself.
Fang Zhao got up from the chair and entered the room. Pointing at the wall, he told Curly Hair, "Come, if you have anything to say, tell it to the wall."
