Seeing Yang Song's weird smile, Lang Ping shook his head with difficulty before he passed out.
Yang Song then shifted his gaze towards the other two and said, "Well, he's passed out. So, who of you can say it?"
At this time, Yang Hu quickly said, "S-sir, I can't say it. If I dare to let out that word, my heart will stop working!"
Yang Song of course knew this fact, but he thought that these guys were too stupid. If they couldn't speak, couldn't they write it?
Feeling a bit helpless, Yang Song reminded Yang Hu, "Can't you write it?"
"Write…? This…" Yang Hu's brain froze instantly and he felt stupid for a while. Then, he looked at Ling Ning, as if asking for her opinion about this matter.
However, Ling Ning's expression also froze as if she also had never thought of writing the name of that place on paper.