169 Backing, Who Exactly is Yu Xiheng? (2)

The message was from five minutes ago.

She pressed her temple, then replied.

[You explain? Explaining would only dig your own grave. Shut up and stop talking nonsense. Do you still want to live?]

Pei Mengzhi, who had just gone through the arduous process of registering a Weibo account, jolted awake after reading these words.

His hand trembling, he hastily deleted the tweet he had crafted. 

Indeed, explanations could serve as cover-ups. 

As soon as he spoke, netizens would only think he had been enthralled by Si Fuqing and planned to abandon Zuo Qingya. 

What should he do now? 

In a flurry, Pei Mengzhi dialed a number. "Hello, Miss Si! Save me! Please, have mercy and rescue me!"

"Stay put." Si Fuqing was unsympathetic. "I told you to come find me after the talisman burns. You, a grown man, are like a turtle looking at the sky."

Pei Mengzhi was confused. "Why a turtle?"

Si Fuqing replied, "Hesitant and timid."