Nobody responded.
Sheng Qingyan raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and looked around, realizing that the entire hall was empty except for their group. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips: "Did everyone leave because contestant 4444, the poor dead, lost too horribly during my nap?"
Speaking of which, Sheng Qingyan covered his mouth, his laughter irritating: "I knew it, only a ghost would believe a loser like the poor dead could win..."
Chu Jiaojiao glanced at him, her gaze complex.
Shen Changqing looked at him then looked up at the sky.
Yue Qiyuan glanced sideways at him, thinking about leaving the group.
Yue Qiguang simply deliberately distanced himself from Sheng Qingyan, then clicked his tongue and said, "Dad doesn't talk to fools, afraid of getting infected."
Yue Qiguang's sharp and harsh words were not new, and Sheng Qingyan paid him no mind. He stepped forward, directly approaching Ji You, and gently shook his hand: "Did the poor dead get stunned by anger?"
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