Bai Yifan stood dumbfounded to the side, silently giving his older sister a thumbs-up.
Impressive!
Choices are for kids; my sister wants them all!
Bai Yifan wanted to clap his hands, but he felt the icy chill emanating from Leng Yebai.
He immediately sensibly stayed quiet and watched the scene unfold.
Based on his many years of living at the bottom, this was the moment to keep his mouth shut.
Otherwise, he might get beaten to death.
Leng Yebai stared intently at the hands Bai Xiqin and Zhang Yiming were holding, as if he wanted to burn a hole through Zhang Yiming's hand with his eyes.
Fortunately, Bai Xiqin's hand didn't stay on Zhang Yiming's for long.
Once she had steadied herself, she let go.
Bai Xiqin's fingers slightly rubbed together as she lowered her gaze.
Just now, her hand felt like it had touched an ice block.
Black blood, cold fingers.
The answer was obvious.
He is a zombie.
Bai Xiqin looked up at Zhang Yiming's gentle eyes.
