Suddenly, a sky-piercing scream caused Ai Hui and everyone else’s faces to change. It was Shi Xueman!
Were there blood fiends in the room?
Without considering, a few people sprang up and appeared in front of the room as quick as lightning.
Bang!
The door was forced open.
In the center of the room, Shi Xueman was lying on the ground in a daze while Ai Hui could be seen in a defensive posture in the corner. He gazed around non-stop, seemingly at a loss.
“What happened?” Sang Zhijun asked urgently.
The others had their eyes set on those two.
“I don’t know.” Ai Hui shook his head calmly. “I just woke up, heard iron lady screaming, and thought there was an enemy attack.”
He had just been dreaming…