"What did you do to him?"
Xue Fang was locked in a room, and the others had finally found a separate place to rest.
Jiang Jiamian and Ling Zhuang were the first group to guard the door, rotating every two hours.
Outside, the mall was quiet. Too quiet. The shuffle of the dead echoed faintly beyond the walls.
Inside, Jiang Jiamian and Ling Zhuang were assigned the first watch. Just the two of them, taking turns every two hours.
But Jiang Jiamian wasn't interested in simply guarding the door.
The moment they were alone, he moved. One hand braced against the wall, the other catching Ling Zhuang by the wrist as he leaned close. His crimson eyes glinted sharply in the dim light.
He refused to believe that Xue Fang's situation had nothing to do with him.
This man, this creep, must have done something in secret.
"Who?" Ling Zhuang's voice was soft, unhurried. His glasses caught the faint glow of light, hiding the eyes behind them. "What did I do to whom?"
