Ye Qing's words sent goose bumps crawling over my skin.
I wanted to ask him what he was going to do, but the sofa had already creaked. The sound of leather shoes followed, then stopped outside the office. A moment later, the door opened.
"You should leave," Ye Qing said.
He wasn't as cold as before, when he'd opened the door without a word and impatiently knocked on it to remind me to go. This time, Ye Qing was much gentler.
I could tell he seemed to be in a good mood.
I didn't know whether talking to me had put him in such a good mood, or whether he'd been feeling cheerful while I was gone.
Maybe he'd eaten plenty of ghosts, and being full had put him in a pleasant mood.
I didn't know which answer was right, but Ye Qing had made it clear he was seeing me out.
After opening the door and dropping that line, he started walking again.
This time, he headed farther into the office, as if he had no intention of dealing with me anymore.
I could only get up and prepare to leave.
At the doorway, I slapped my forehead as I remembered Reporter Yuan. Turning toward the corridor inside the office, I called out a reminder.
Ye Qing didn't respond. I didn't know whether he, like Wu Ling and the others, didn't care about a reporter like that, or whether he already had a plan for dealing with Reporter Yuan.
I hoped he wasn't going to kill her outright.
Thinking that, I left the office, pulled out my phone, and headed downstairs.
My steps stopped on the staircase.
I couldn't help giving a bitter smile.
The lives I'd once valued so much seemed to have grown weightless.
It wasn't that