"Han Yan, you... you... you're dead, aren't you..." Fourth Miss Zhao suddenly widened her eyes, staring at Han Yan as if she had seen a ghost.
Beside her, Zhao Sinin wore the same expression.
They had long believed that Han Yan was certainly dead, so seeing him suddenly appearing in front of them filled them with shock and horror, leaving their minds blank.
"I am dead, died so miserably... ah... ah..." Seeing the horrified expressions on their faces, Han Yan's eyes shifted, and he dragged out his voice eerily.
Speaking of Han Yan's voice, it was truly unparalleled. The drawn-out tone and the tremor even made Mu Nan, standing nearby, shiver involuntarily, instinctively shrinking his neck.
"Ah... ah..." Fourth Miss Zhao was completely dumbfounded, trying to scream, but like a rooster choked by the neck, she couldn't make a sound.
