Chapter 845

Seeing this, Fang Yang curled his lip. Unreliable, truly unreliable; in the end, he would have to rely on himself to find a way. However, even though Fang Yang's brain was burning from thinking, he still hadn't come up with any good ideas.

"Forget it, forget it, just like this. Time to sleep!"

Fang Yang felt restless inside and just wanted to go out for a walk, but he didn't dare. There was no help for it; now, to Li Hui, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and he could only curry favor with Li Hui to save his life.

In another room, Wu Mian knocked on the door and walked inside.

She was holding some papers in her hand, which were densely covered with records.

"Miss, this is... all the information on that person. It is the limit of what you can know."

Hearing Wu Mian's words, Li Hui was not surprised; she rested her chin on her hand and scanned the content on the papers.

"Oh? It's the limit of what I can know? Does that mean there is still a lot that I cannot know?"

Li Hui seemed to be asking Wu Mian, and also seemed to be talking to herself. In any case, after Li Hui finished speaking, she shook her head.

"Heh, in his heart, that's all it amounts to."

Wu Mian lowered her head even further, as if she knew who the "he" in Li Hui's mouth was, but due to her status, she could not say anything.

"Alright, you may go down."

Li Hui glanced at Wu Mian, then withdrew her gaze.

Hearing the order, Wu Mian nodded immediately and then backed out.

"Heh, the old man, truly despicable."

Li Hui clenched her palm, crumpling the stack of papers in her hand into a wrinkled mess.

It was unknown what Li Hui had seen in them, but she appeared exceptionally angry, as if she would slaughter the old man she mentioned in the next moment.

Night fell, and everything was quiet until Fang Yang opened his eyes again.

"I... I'm still alive?"

Listening to Fang Yang's tone, it was not hard to see that he was somewhat surprised.

(No way? You're still worried about whether you're dead or alive? Then why did you sleep so soundly last night and even snore? I think you slept quite comfortably.)

Seeing his disguise ruthlessly torn off, Fang Yang just gave an awkward smile.

"This... isn't it because the bed here is too comfortable? I just fell asleep unconsciously while lying down. However, one thing is for sure, it's completely incomparable to the prison."

Listening to Fang Yang's comparison, the fans were simply furious.

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Is this, is this something that can be compared?

What kind of place was that, and what kind of place is this? One could say they are worlds apart, yet Fang Yang was actually comparing the softness of the bed and sleep quality between these two diametrically opposed environments?

This, this is simply too ungrateful!

(Ah? You actually compared the bed in that kind of place with this one? You, you, I have no words left.)

(There is no justice, no justice! This is just like comparing a dry, hard steamed bun to a carefully prepared gourmet meal!)

Watching the sighs in the live broadcast room, Fang Yang really wanted to say, "Sorry, I'll sleep on this comfortable bed for the fans first!"

"Hehehe."

Fang Yang scratched his head awkwardly. This really wasn't his fault. For the past few days, he hadn't just been lying on a rock-hard bed board, but also enduring the snoring of his cellmates. Which night was it? He was even rounded up by Li Ye and the other inmates and given a good beating. He was simply exhausted enough to fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow!

Knock, knock~

"Mr. Fang, it's time to make breakfast."

Hearing Wu Mian's cold voice, Fang Yang immediately returned to his senses and hurriedly responded.

"Coming, coming!"

(Yo~ You're really in a hurry. Are you afraid of keeping her waiting too long?)

Watching the fans' sarcasm, Fang Yang simply had no temper. He didn't dare to keep Wu Mian waiting too long, so he tried to ignore it, ignore it... no, he couldn't ignore it.

"Ahahaha, I'm ready."

Fang Yang got out of bed, opened the door, and greeted her with a smile, all in one go, very naturally.

(So, so smooth. Brother Yang must have done this often. I despise you!)

Wu Mian looked Fang Yang up and down and felt that he was a bit strange, but that was not something she should be considering.

Fang Yang followed behind Wu Mian, only feeling strange. Why was it her again? It felt awkward.

Looking at her cold appearance, he only felt helpless. Brother Dong was better; they could chat whether there was something or nothing. How nice that would be.

Now, staying with a big ice block, there was no topic at all. It was too awkward.

"Hmm?"

Seeing Wu Mian stop, Fang Yang became alert. Could it be that she was finally going to make a move on him!

Brother Dong! Save me!

Fang Yang roared internally, his legs trembling uncontrollably, as if he couldn't hold on and would run away in the next second.

"Please, Mr. Fang. You still need to prepare Miss Chu's portion."

"Ah? Oh, oh!"

Fang Yang didn't understand Wu Mian's meaning for a moment, until he saw that this door was incredibly familiar. This, wasn't this the kitchen Brother Dong brought him to yesterday?

Fang Yang walked into the kitchen, his heart wailing in pain. Brother Dong, I miss you!

(Brother Yang, why does it feel like the camera is shaking constantly? It's so strange.)

"Is that so? It is indeed strange. It must be the equipment, hahahaha."

Fang Yang wore a mournful face, trying hard to laugh to prove that it wasn't his problem.

Fang Yang didn't dare to keep them waiting, so he could only prepare breakfast as quickly as possible. Fortunately, there were quite a few things here. If it was just for convenience, Fang Yang could still make quite a few delicacies.

"Uh, that, I'm done."

Not long after, Fang Yang gently pulled open the kitchen door and looked at Wu Mian with a kind face.

Fang Yang, who poked his head out, saw that Wu Mian was not surprised. After all, Wu Mian was very likely the person who would monitor him next.

"Hmm."

Wu Mian nodded in response, and then she and Fang Yang served the food to Li Hui and the other person.

"Alright, Wu Mian, you can go down."

Li Hui took the initiative to keep Fang Yang and only let Wu Mian leave, which actually surprised Fang Yang. Did she trust him that much?

Wasn't she afraid he would take them hostage?

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After all, although they had the advantage in numbers, he wasn't bad either.

"She, is her name Wu Mian?"

Fang Yang watched Wu Mian walk away and spoke silently.

"Yes, what, do you have a crush on her?"

Listening to Li Hui's mocking tone, Fang Yang shook his head repeatedly, not daring, not daring.

(Oh my, what to do, Brother Yang's little thoughts have been discovered~)

(What can you do? Why not just stay and follow them in the white powder business?)

Fang Yang broke into a cold sweat. Good, good, if he really did that, it would be too criminal. His fake prisoner status would turn into a real one in minutes.

"No, I was just curious where Chen Dong went. I haven't seen him since yesterday."

Fang Yang directly asked about Chen Dong's whereabouts; one could say he was quite brave.

"Could it be, he went out?"

"Hmm... you could say that, but he'll never be coming back."

Seemingly because Chu Youyou was present, Li Hui tried to be as vague as possible, but Chu Youyou was eating happily and didn't notice their conversation at all.

Fang Yang immediately broke into a cold sweat. Not coming back? Forever? It wouldn't be the meaning he was thinking of, would it?

Looking at Li Hui's half-smiling expression, Fang Yang was certain that this was exactly the meaning he was thinking of!

"Ahahaha, is, is that so? No wonder he left in such a hurry."

Fang Yang forced a smile, his heart breaking into a cold sweat. Yes, the other party was the beloved daughter of Ghost Tiger; if she didn't have some means, she would have been done for long ago.

(Wow, beautiful sister, look at me! I am sister's dog!)

(Sister is so cool, I love her!)

The live broadcast room's attitude toward Li Hui's words was elevated by more than one level. They were either praising her acting skills or praising her beauty.

Looking at the clueless fans, Fang Yang kindly greeted the ancestors of the fans up to eight generations.

You don't know the reason for the matter, yet you talk, talk, talk here. This sister really knows how to conduct herself!

Just like Hannibal, elegant and awesome in her conduct.