The Survival of the Human Race? What Does That Have To Do With Me?

"It must be Chen Yu!"

Turning his head around, Bahuang Yi was full of eloquence.

"Chen Yu?" Jill was dumbfounded. "What Chen Yu? What's wrong with Chen Yu?"

"..."

Just as he was about to finish his sentence, Bahuang Yi suddenly thought of something and forcefully restrained himself. He shut his mouth tightly.

After a moment of silence, he tore up the information and turned around. He took down the photos on the wall one by one, rubbed them, and burned them to ashes with a ball of flame. "Nothing."

"That's not right." Jill frowned. "You're hiding something from me."

Bahuang Yi: "You've eaten sh*t."

"I'm f*cking asking you! What's wrong with Chen Yu?!"

Bahuang Yi: "You've eaten sh*t."

"F*ck! Don't change the topic!" Jill was furious.

Bahuang Yi: "You've eaten sh*t."

Jill: "..."

Bahuang Yi: "..."