This kind of laughter, so calm that it's infuriating, this way of pushing someone into a corner with seemingly logical reasoning, it's very much like...
Zhou Hu gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his clenched jaws: "Feng Mu, is it you? Are you in my house?!!"
The voice on the other end of the phone continued to drift over, carrying a teasing yet dangerously calm tone:
"Who's Feng Mu? You can't just pin a name on me recklessly, it's not friendly to me or Feng Mu, you know, falsely accusing someone can be deadly!"
Zhou Hu originally wanted to say something, but upon hearing the word "dead" floating lightly from the receiver, it felt like a heavy hammer striking his heart, leaving his tongue pressed down as if by a thousand pounds of iron, making it hard to produce a sound.
There's no mistake, it's this tone, Zhou Hu wasn't well-read and couldn't accurately articulate this feeling, but he was certain in his heart; this unique reasoning tone was Feng Mu's.
