When she did not get a response from Yang Fei for a while, Xia Zihan asked again, "Hey, Feifei, are you still there?"
Yang Fei finally spoke: "Zihan, how do you think dying from disembowelment, gas poisoning, drowning, jumping off a building, wrist-slitting, or crashing into a wall would be the most dignified?"
Xia Zihan was shocked, "Isn't that a bit too much? You didn't expose any crucial parts. And Yang Gang was on the other side. Sure, you two aren't biologically related, but you've acted as siblings for several months, so it shouldn't matter that much, right?"
Yang Fei, recalling something, asked, "Hey, Zihan, what was Yang Gang's reaction?"
"Oh, he was very shocked."
"Other than shocked, did he have any other reaction?" Yang Fei queried again.
"Huh?" Xia Zihan seemed to realize something and her lips twitched, "Feifei, you aren't expecting Yang Gang to have a physiological reaction, are you?"