Zheng Qing was prepared for the witch's skepticism.
"I suspect someone is cursing me."
Copying Jiang Yu's posture, he sat up slightly, glanced around, lowered his voice, and put on an appearance of caution and unease: "Though I don't have direct evidence yet...辛胖子的 spell definitely wouldn't harm me under normal circumstances!"
Jiang Yu's expression immediately turned serious.
"A curse?"
Her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, fingers rolling a silver whistle that appeared unknowingly, slowly rotating: "No direct evidence, meaning you have indirect evidence?"
Zheng Qing, feeling a bit guilty, touched his earlobe.
