"MEOW!"
A shrill meow suddenly cut through the air. Li Jiang jumped in fright, and at the same time, something seemed to trip him. His body went light as he pitched forward...
"AHH—A GHOST!!"
The sharp scream echoed through the night. Whether from a guilty conscience or genuine terror, the man sat stunned on the ground for two seconds before his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Wen Qian hadn't expected Yin Zhi to pull a move like that; it took her a moment to process. She swallowed hard. Her first instinct wasn't to check on the man's injuries, but to give Yin Zhi a mental thumbs-up.
'That was so... satisfying!'
They quickly left the lab building, making their way back almost entirely in the dark, just in case. The lab door wasn't locked. Rushing in her haste, Wen Qian pushed the door open and bumped right into Gu Mian's arms.
A cool, broad chest, carrying the faint, cold scent of disinfectant... Wen Qian froze. For a fleeting moment, she found the smell incredibly familiar.
