ather never fa

iPad in his hands as he look

yone was around there! Why did you n

smile. He lifted his finger and pointed at the pers

ence the black and white color. The bag you had there was

my father even though my father had pointed out cor

about it, other than allowing me better clarity in the dark. But I have a hobby. I love to set traps to catch w

my giggles. As to me not calling you, that's simple. I noticed that you were already terrified

ls. I have even picked up the flashlight that you left there, and I was thinking of sending it to you tomor

they were hardly the only o

ather's face, my head filled wi

, that's nothing but your own fear messing with you. That

ly, he was not able to believe a

as not even solid when I hit i

k his head, saying, "Do yo

n asked, blin

laughter, before he summon

at was not a 'white fiend'. It

skeptically, "T

y father burst into roaring laughter as his finger traced across the screen of the tablet and pressed on the Play button, allowing the recording of th

ying to strike at a plastic bag while still carrying his blue backpack. Before

yone knew that a plastic bag was light, so if someone tried to stri

, but the bag blew away. He had another try but still failed. In the end, he took a swipe at the "thing" with his flashlight in fear. In fact, the flashlight had

, motionless with shock for seconds

t ease when you go to work. The path that you take to work is most abundant with

ean. It would be nonsense if anyone were to say that the

upted into laughter, in

ed, the couple said the

time, saying, "All right then. It is time we

of Mr. Lee's company. We pushed opened the doors of the entrance and entered the bu

e has been waiting in his o

relations and power

we had just stepped through his door. "Brother Hai! You have come!" My fathe

e fidgeting in our chairs uneasily for neither my father nor Mr. Lee were speaking. It was evident that Mr.

, Fearless Hao gritted his teeth and leaped from his

d with a smile, "Ah! Have some w

hair, Fearless Hao could only laugh weakly in return. It was he who was implicated in the accident invol

hed for his cup and poured himself some wine before he rose to his fe

y father and Mr. Lee as Mr. Lee stood almost

ked at Fearless Hao once more. He went over to him, hol

tried to speak, but it was Mr. Lee who uttered first, "Say no more, brot

low again. Sheepishly,

before he remarked cheerfully to the latter, say

takes either a drink or a fight t

k less embarrassed than before. Instead, th

her?" Mr. Lee inquired,

your car, and yet here we are, you're buying me drinks! This is... Ah... Let's say no

again and held his cup. I got to my feet respectfully, since Mr. Lee wa

gs, Uncle Lee. My name is Shiyan, and thi

his half-drunken eyes. But he quickly broke into a smile and said, "Ah

n. Praising my ingenuity, he and I began drinking together too. Af

in university, waiting for the end of my studies soon. I'm

Hao was already chatting happily with Mr. Lee like old friends. My father then

ther sat on the sofa, sipping his tea later that evening, as he took out hi

his video clip will prove that Fearless Hao here is not

one and watched, ba