As he spoke, Jiang Ming was about to place his hand on Sikong Wuyuan's forehead, but the latter dodged.
Jiang Ming was stunned for a moment. He was about to speak, but Sikong Wuyuan spoke first. Moreover, he sounded frightened.
"You... On your head..."
He stuttered as if he was frightened.
"On my head?"
Jiang Ming covered his head and glanced at Sikong Wuyuan.
Unexpectedly, his next words rendered him speechless.
"Ning Caichen, you have fleas on your head."
Jiang Ming was speechless.
He seriously suspected that Sikong Wuyuan was possessed by something.
However, there was one more person who said that.
Yuan Hehe pointed at Jiang Ming's head. His eyes were filled with shock. "Ning Caichen, there are really fleas."
Jiang Ming touched his head and said helplessly, "Where did the fleas come from? It's as if you're possessed."