Uncle Chen hadn't expected Feng Qishi to have a temper when woken up. Now, hearing it, he hesitated.
"This..." he stretched out the word, scratching his head and saying, "Alright, I won't call him then."
At this moment, Mu Anxiao, tightly gripped by fear, hadn't heard their conversation at all. Instead, scenes from those horror movies repeatedly played in her mind, and her expression grew panicked as the scenes unfolded in her thoughts.
"What's wrong with her?" Uncle Chen asked, looking at Mu Anxiao's changing expression with confusion.
"I don't know."
As soon as Zhang Yan finished speaking, Mu Anxiao started shouting.
At the same time, Feng Qishi sat up abruptly and shouted angrily, "What are you shouting about?"
Hearing the different voices from both sides, Zhang Yan and Uncle Chen exchanged glances. Uncle Chen pretended nothing was wrong and said, "You should eat breakfast before resting."
"That makes sense, I'll take you to buy some, and I'll get some for the child too," Zhang Yan said.
"Okay," Uncle Chen agreed and left the room with Zhang Yan.
In the room, only the two of them remained.
The moment Feng Qishi's loud reprimand echoed, Mu Anxiao woke up.
"Shen Yan," she mumbled, her eyes gradually regaining focus.
Feng Qishi put on his clothes and walked to the room door, looking at Mu Anxiao, who was curled up behind the coffee table, and asked, "What were you shouting about?"
Mu Anxiao looked up at Feng Qishi, swallowed, and said, "I wasn't shouting anything." As she spoke, she used her elbows to prop herself up and stood up from the sofa.
Feng Qishi walked to the coffee table and looked at her, who seemed to have been frightened by something, and asked, "You didn't really watch horror movies with Uncle Chen and the others all night, did you?"
"What else? My grandfather didn't let me off," Mu Anxiao said, letting out a long sigh.
"That's not right," Feng Qishi yawned and continued, "Aren't you a demon catcher? That wolf demon back then looked much more terrifying than the ghosts in those horror movies, and you weren't scared then. You're afraid of these fake things, what a joke."
"Mind your own business," Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi and yawned.
"Are you going to work today?"
"Yeah," Mu Anxiao replied impatiently, turning her head to look at Liu Xian, who was standing by the door, and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
Liu Xian peeked to both sides slyly, stepped into the room, and asked, "Did you watch horror movies all night?"
"How did you know?" Mu Anxiao retorted.
Liu Xian grinned and said, "The boss is amazing. He actually watched the discs we gave him. He's quite brave, good, good."
Mu Anxiao's eyes narrowed, and she repeated, "You gave them?"
Liu Xian was not intimidated by Mu Anxiao's cold tone. Instead, he calmly said, "Yes, the first day Liu Xian and I arrived, we bought many horror movies for the boss. Who knew the boss never watched them. He watched them yesterday," he smiled, "and now I have something to talk about with him."
"Uh, what kind of logic is that?" Feng Qishi's mouth twitched.
Mu Anxiao had been wondering who had given Zhang Yan so many horror movie discs, but upon hearing Liu Xian's words, she instantly became furious.
"It's all your fault. From today on, you have to be responsible for me," she said.
The moment Mu Anxiao said this, Feng Qishi and Liu Xian both wore looks of utter bewilderment.
"What did I do to you that makes you want me to be responsible for you? You..." Liu Xian took a step back, "Are you sick?"