Pretending to Be Old Fu Was a Bit Difficult

"Which?"

Shi Hongyu froze.

"Oh, that. Didn't Ba Dawang mention it before? He said Junlin had that Scholar Syndrome, that sometimes his mind got muddled and his speech became confused. He might even have mild schizophrenia!

Back in the Meng City war zone, Ba Dawang said he even gambled. I never got to see it. Shouldn't you have seen it?"

Cheng Xiaoyu said, still annoyed that he had missed Fu Junlin's schizophrenic episode last time.

Only then did Shi Hongyu understand. Her little mouth fell open as she turned to glance into the room and murmured:

"So that's how it is..."

"What happened now? Did he split?"

Cheng Xiaoyu asked excitedly, looking thoroughly delighted by the misfortune.

"You're the one who split!"

Shi Hongyu shot him an irritated glare, then stomped away in a huff.

Cheng Xiaoyu, meanwhile, snickered as he entered the room.

He saw Big Black standing beside the hospital bed, picking at the clothes wedged into his butt crack. When Big Black turned around, he met Cheng Xiaoyu's gaze.

"Hehehe, Old Fu, you're awake? I was worried sick, hahahaha!"

Cheng Xiaoyu rubbed his hands together as he walked over.

"I couldn't tell you were worried at all!"

Big Black said irritably.

"That's because I keep it all inside! I'm a deep person. I don't show it!"

Cheng Xiaoyu said, patting his chest.

"Hey, how's your head now?"

Cheng Xiaoyu pointed at his own head as he asked. Naturally, he meant the schizophrenia.

But how could Big Black know they thought he was schizophrenic? He assumed Cheng Xiaoyu was asking whether he was still dizzy or something.

"There's still a bit of a problem, so stop making me talk all the time. If I talk less, my head won't hurt!"

Big Black reminded him, thinking himself clever.

"You