"How old are you exactly?"
Yu Haiyan stared at the young man, questioning loudly.
Because she was covered in sticky digestive fluids and sweating coldly after seeing the middle-aged man's death, Yu Haiyan, wearing her stepmother's dress, had nothing sexy about her at the moment, looking utterly disheveled.
"24 years old!"
The young man emphasized, "Even if you ask a hundred times, I'm still 24 years old!"
"Dammit, God Lin says you're 24, then you're 24!"
Qi Heng prepared to beat up this guy to make him admit it.
"Handsome, have you found a way out?"
Yu Haiyan anxiously looked at Lin Baici.
"I've got somewhat of a clue!"
Lin Baici stood in the room, stroking his chin.
"What is it?"
Yu Haiyan asked urgently.
The young man was smart, he immediately followed Lin Baici's gaze to see what he was looking at— it was a clock hanging on the east side wall.
"Is there something wrong with this clock?"
The young man frowned, unable to see anything wrong.
