At such a young age, he watched his relatives killed each other and fell into a pool of blood. The scene had a huge impact on him, making him feel like he couldn't breathe. Xie Shihao's eyes widened and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
He looked at the time on his phone. It was already one in the morning. After thinking for a while, he picked up his phone and pressed a number.
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Gu Qingye was sleeping soundly, but he was woken up by the sound of his phone vibrating. He didn't have the habit of turning off his phone usually. He took the phone with sleepy eyes and saw a bunch of messages popping up on the screen.
"Qingye, are you asleep?"
"Qingye, if you're not asleep yet, can you chat with me?"
"Hey, Qingye, are you really asleep?"
"No, you're definitely not asleep at this time, right? Qingye!"
