Qiushan Caiyin took a deep breath and forced a smile as she spoke, "Stop it, Mr. Beichuan, don't joke around with me anymore, it's quite scary being out here so late at night."
Her words seemed light in the night, but her tone was somewhat trembling.
Beichuan Si appeared to sense Qiushan Caiyin's fear. He silently glanced at her, then turned his head with the flashlight in his hand to inspect the twisted iron fence.
His silence made Qiushan Caiyin feel an inexplicable terror. She swallowed hard and couldn't help but take two steps back:
"Mr. Beichuan, since I've already brought you here, you won't be needing me any longer, right? I should..."
As she spoke, she tried to turn around and leave, but Beichuan Si caught her wrist.
"Mr. Beichuan...?"
Qiushan Caiyin's feet trembled, and she was about to cry.
What's going on?! Why is Beichuan Si acting like a psychotic killer?! This is too terrifying!
"You can't leave now," Beichuan Si lifted his head.
