"Ling Chen, Ling Chen."
Hearing Hu Fei's voice coming from outside the iron cage, Ling Chen finally came back to his senses and slowly shifted his gaze onto him.
"What are you spacing out for, hurry up and come out." Hu Fei urged anxiously.
Ling Chen answered softly, then climbed up from the ground, stepping out of the iron cage. Seeing his tightly furrowed brows, Hu Fei asked with a worried face, "What's wrong with you today? I keep feeling you're acting weird, something's off everywhere. You don't have a fever, do you?" As he spoke, Hu Fei stretched out a hand, wanting to feel Ling Chen's forehead.
"Get lost." Ling Chen slapped away Hu Fei's hand and said, "I'm fine. It's getting late, go rest first."
"What about you?"
"I'm sleeping here tonight." Pausing, Ling Chen pointed at the coffin in the iron cage and said, "Have someone clear that thing out tomorrow."
