Xiaofan effortlessly spun a lie. The two colleagues before him had been talking about someone named Zhang Hu, so Xiaofan fabricated a story. If Zhang Hu really was dead, there'd be no one left to verify; who could say whether or not Zhang Hu had a friend named Shen Zhifan?
However, when the two heard Xiaofan mention the name Li Hu, they were taken aback.
"Sigh..." The man who was drinking enthusiastically just moments ago sighed.
"What's wrong?" Xiaofan feigned ignorance and asked.
"To be honest, this Zhang Hu used to live with us here."
"What? Really? Then where is he now?" Xiaofan asked, pretending to be anxious.
"He... he's dead. His body has already been cremated."
"What?" Xiaofan's acting was indeed impressive. Upon hearing the news, he immediately stood up in shock, his face full of disbelief: "How did this happen?"
"Well, it's a long story, but his family doesn't know yet, so don't go telling them," Liu Peng said nonchalantly.
