"Yes, finally got out. If I didn't get out soon, I'd have starved to death!" Old Chen's voice rang out just in time. This guy never fell behind in conversation. At least, before Ye Qing had time to speak, Old Chen had already spoken.
"Shut up!" Wen'er glared at Old Chen indignantly, then looked at Ye Qing and said excitedly, "Ye, did you encounter any traps inside? Were you hurt?"
Before Ye Qing could respond, Old Chen interjected, "Look at how lively he is, does he look injured? Why don't you look at me, I'm almost..."
"If you say another word, believe it or not, I'll sew your mouth shut!" Wen'er shouted suddenly, scaring Old Chen into a shiver. He stared at Wen'er with wide eyes, biting his lips, and said in a low voice, "Can I say just one more sentence? Just one!"
"One sentence is fine. If you dare say a second, I'll immediately sew your mouth shut!" Wen'er threatened in a deep voice.
