In the middle of his cursing, Chaoyang suddenly seemed to remember something.
He cheered up again. "Little sis, how can you be so pretentious? But yours truly really likes your style. That what's-his-name you hate is also pretentious, but just looking at him annoys me.
It's a deal, then. If we get out of here alive, yours truly will definitely have your back, HAHAHA."
"HAHAHA~!" Suddenly, an even more cheerful voice echoed from all around, seeming to come from within the walls themselves.
The voice was very faint, as if it belonged to someone who had been watching the show for a long time and could no longer hold back their amusement.
Chaoyang was so happy he jumped to his feet, tilted his head back, and asked with a laugh:
"Hey, kid! Couldn't hold it in anymore, huh? Get your ass out here! How dare you try to play ghost with me? We'll see if I don't break both your legs."
