Xu Tiancheng's tone was rather flippant. He sounded like a teenager, completely unserious and unconcerned about his parents or the sudden abnormal events. He clearly didn't understand how serious things were.
But one look at his eyes told me he wasn't entirely clueless. He had probably already guessed the truth.
He looked at Wenjing, whom I was holding down, and took a drag of his cigarette. "Let go of her mouth. Let her talk."
I didn't hesitate. I released one hand, and Wenjing burst into wild laughter.
She seemed to have forgotten her fear. She laughed until tears streamed down her face, but her eyes were filled with hatred.
"Dead! Of course he's dead! Go find him yourself! He's right there in the room! I was going to surprise you. Hahahaha... You bastard! You got me killed! You introduced a ghost as my boyfriend! You bastard! Your whole family deserves to die! Go to hell!" she screamed, hysterical and desperate for revenge.
"I thought so." Xu Tiancheng had finished his cigarette. He tossed the butt on the floor and ground it out under his foot. "When Brother Yao took a fancy to you, I said it was a bad idea. You're the type who likes excitement but is also afraid of it. If you found out who he was, you'd definitely lose it. And here we are. Tsk..."
Wenjing gritted her teeth. Her eyes were so wide as she glared at Xu Tiancheng, they looked ready to pop out.
"You're still in touch with that ghost?" I cut in. I wasn't particularly interested in their entanglements.
"Of course. We're good buddies. You could say we're friends despite the age gap. Ah, actually, we're not that far apart in age." Xu Tiancheng answered. "I came to Minqing to see my mom,