It was clear that Song Hang's idea wasn't without merit.
They had been wandering around the mall because they were trapped, forced to face increasingly bizarre situations.
Since they still couldn't find a way out, breaking through by force to see what would happen wasn't a bad idea.
"We just need to find a window."
Clearly in a hurry, Song Hang spoke before anyone else could offer an opinion, then told everyone to head downstairs.
"Follow me. Let's go somewhere lower."
Seeing everyone respond to his call, he turned around, only to find Fu Qian sitting calmly where he was, looking thoughtful.
"What are you doing?"
Song Hang gritted his teeth slightly, his tone quite rude.
"Nothing. I was just thinking about something."
Fu Qian looked relaxed, seemingly oblivious to Song Hang's displeasure.
"If you're all just phantoms in my dream, why should I listen to you?"
The air fell silent in an instant.
Hearing Fu Qian's claim, everyone couldn't help but stare in astonishment again.
"What makes you think this is your dream?"
Song Hang was stunned for a long moment, and when he spoke, his tone was already quite rude.
"Maybe you're the phantom."
"That's certainly possible."
Fu Qian actually didn't argue. Instead, he nodded solemnly.
"So if I'm just a phantom in your dream, why should you care what I do?"
"Let's go."
At a loss for words, Song Hang realized he couldn't keep Fu Qian in line by talking, so he immediately called for everyone to head downstairs.
Tan Ying glanced at Fu Qian, still sitting where he was, looking conflicted. In the end, she followed the others.
No matter what, she really wanted to know how the dream would respond to a forceful escape.
What she didn't know was that Fu Qian wanted