As soon as he finished speaking, his entire presence rapidly drew inward, truly resembling a novice Dormitory Supervisor, tiptoeing with that old kerosene lamp in hand.
On the other hand, Mao Feiyang became even more cautious; he lowered his head hesitantly, his thin and black figure shivering like a wet monkey just retrieved from the water.
This appearance was exactly the same as the night he got lost on May 6th.
"Hiss... What?" Lin Yi was stunned by their superb acting skills, especially Mao Feiyang's performance—it didn't seem like acting at all. Yet he knew in his heart this was all an act!
Damn, these people are movie stars!
Lin Yi gritted his teeth and looked outside the elevator.
On the mist-covered black-and-white tiled floor, accompanied by the "tap... tap... tap..." footsteps, a figure approached the elevator.
