Gift: Coffin and Red Envelope?
Zhang Wei's expression, a canvas of bewilderment and slight annoyance, was framed perfectly by the car window he had just rolled down. "Because she wants to sleep, Brother Dong. Do you lack common sense?" His words were sharp, slicing Chen Dong like a sharp knife.
"You!?" Chen Dong's face turned a shade of crimson, a storm of embarrassment and anger brewing within him. He took a deep, steadying breath, his chest rising and falling visibly.
A laugh, tinged with a mix of sarcasm and bitterness, escaped his lips. It was a sound that seemed to dance on the edge of sanity.
Zhang Wei's frown deepened, his eyes narrowing. "Keep that demonic laughter to yourself. Don't wake her up. She's exhausted."
System, [Her exhaustion is your doing, Host.]
Chen Dong exhaled slowly, nodding in acknowledgment, "But what exactly happened? Where did you all vanish to?"