But then, looking at Tang Jing's relatively normal expression, Tang Xian's imagination ran wild.
"Is this Stockholm syndrome?"
I used to bully Tang Jing, and he treated me like an older brother.
When the Orderlies bullied Tang Jing, he found a woman who looked just like them.
This is definitely Stockholm syndrome.
Tang Xian was deeply concerned; this was the mischief of life.
Of course, these thoughts lasted no more than 0.5 seconds before he changed his mind.
"No panel, it must be an Orderly."
This thought plunged Tang Xian into contemplation again. He should have reacted much like Tang Jing, but after returning from that odd island, Tang Xian had become much calmer.
At this moment, Qi Yuan also felt Tang Xian's gaze. They were only a dozen meters apart, just a few steps away.
Tang Jing had been exhausted for two days, treading carefully around someone who could destroy the world, wandering everywhere in Baichuan City.
