"…write…before…"
"…prepared…morning…already…"
"…so, you're really planning…"
"…if not now, then when?"
"But, if he ever finds out…"
"That's why it has to be now!"
"Still, don't you think it's a bit much? Shouldn't we talk to him first?"
"Oh come on. Don't you think it's all too suspicious? Fanteng, help me out!"
"Well, I…"
Yu Qingyu let out a groan, his face contorting in pain, as his consciousness slowly started returning. His lashes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened.
For a moment, he was confused. Where was he? What was going on?
He seemed to be lying on the floor, covered in a warm, wet substance. His clothes were all soaked, and there seemed to be more on the floor, pooling all around him. The place, that is the hallway, was lit up with bright, blue, flickering lights. Next to him crouched Zan Fanteng, and behind him stood Zan Fanhan and Chu Junsha. The two women seemed to have been arguing just now, but went silent as soon as they noticed Yu Qingyu wake up.
