I Might Be Dead...

"Little Wu!" After standing in the crowd for a while, Feng Qing realized that Little Wu, who came later than her, was the only person she was familiar with on the field. Hence, she hurriedly shouted in Xie Shihao's voice.

Little Wu was stunned for a moment. She turned to look at Feng Qing, who was in disguise, and a hint of confusion appeared on her calm face. "Young Master? You…"

At this moment, she felt that her brain had short-circuited. She had just come out of the manor and Xie Shihao was still lying on the bed resting. Even if Xie Shihao was really going to participate in the assessment, how did he arrive faster than her? Could it be that Xie Shihao flew over with a rocket?

Xie Shihao smiled and said, "Little Wu, have you formed a team? I'm alone. If you don't have enough people, I want…"