"Hm?"
Su Ming returned from the balcony to the living room and froze at the sight before him.
"What happened to all of you?"
Su Ming asked, puzzled.
Everyone in the living room was sitting in their usual places, just as they had been when he left.
But for some reason, everyone's posture had become inexplicably rigid. Their spines were ramrod straight, and the previously lively atmosphere had been replaced by a strange, subtle feeling.
Even An Zijin was sitting there with an expressionless face. To be honest, she looked a little frightening.
And clearly, Su Ming wasn't the only one who found her frightening.
"W-We're fine. Oh?"
Jiang Wanyu's voice sounded somewhat stiff.
"Y-Yeah."
Yao Beibei looked as though she was about to cry.
Lei Hao and Ye Bai said nothing. They merely sat with their backs straight and their hands on their knees, obedient as children.
Only An Zijin sat there expressionlessly, without saying a word.
The scene was a little bizarre.
"...Since nothing's wrong, I'll go back to my room first."
Su Ming instinctively sensed that something was wrong and immediately wanted to retreat.
However, before he could turn around, An Zijin finally spoke.
"Wait."
An Zijin's voice was so indifferent—and so cold—that everyone shuddered.
Su Ming's body stiffened as well, and he could no longer move his feet.
"Come sit here, Brother Su Ming." An Zijin patted the seat beside her and said expressionlessly, "There's something I'd like to discuss with you properly."
The moment he heard that, Su Ming knew he was in trouble.
It was clearly an ordinary sentence, yet Su Ming still sensed a hint of danger in it.
Thus, Su Ming said without the slightest hesitation, "I'm tired. Whatever it is, we can talk about it next time."
That was exactly what