After a good night's sleep, Jiang Qian felt refreshed. A few days ago, he was worried that Xiao Gui would go out to parkour at night, and he felt like he had been drained of energy.
Jiang Qian now felt that Young Master Huo's ashes were too useful. He thought that after the matter of the little ghost was resolved, he would move out of the dormitory, get a small room to put his ashes there and worship them properly, and then return them after his twentieth birthday. He couldn't let Young Master Huo suffer by squeezing on his bedside table.
Although his back still hurt a little and his waist was also sore, it was much better than before. He just thought it was the sequelae of his soul leaving his body.
Jiang Qi'an was about to go out after washing up when Ren Yao walked into the bathroom and stood far away from him.
He was a little confused: "Hey Qi'an, is there a mosquito in the dormitory? Why is the back of your neck red?"
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