Jiang Xun returned to his room like a walking corpse, his steps stiff.
Then he crouched against the door and slowly cradled his head in his hands.
Who am I? Where am I? What did I just do?
Jiang Xun rubbed his burning cheeks, his eyes vacant.
It's okay. Just hang in there. This life will be over soon.
So what exactly had Fu Yanli meant just now? Had he really realized Jiang Xun was doing it on purpose? Or had he misread the situation?
Jiang Xun kept feeling that something was strange. Fu Yanli's reaction had been a little off, nothing like his usual way of doing things.
As he puzzled over it, the scene from earlier surfaced in his mind... and his face grew even hotter.
Why had both random missions involved Fu Yanli? Even the punishment did.
Six-Six-Six: [Thrilling.]
Jiang Xun: "..." Ha. Ha.
It certainly was thrilling. So thrilling he was about to have a heart attack.
Bracing himself against the door, Jiang Xun rose on shaky legs, then collapsed onto the bed and played dead.
Before long, his phone rang.
It was a call from Jiang Huaijin.
Jiang Xun rolled over like a limp fish and answered while hugging his quilt, offering a feeble, "Hello."
"What's wrong?" Jiang Huaijin asked. "Are you feeling unwell again?"
Jiang Xun sat up. "No. What did you need, Brother?"
Jiang Huaijin must have finished reading the diary, but he hadn't told Deng Shu and Jiang Shiyuan yet. Otherwise, they would have come looking for him already.
"Can't I call my own little brother just to talk?"
Jiang Xun chuckled and said jokingly, "You can, sure. But you used to wish I'd get as far away as possible and stop being an eyesore to all of you."
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