Luo Ming's expression seemed somewhat unusual. Ever since Ling Mo escaped, he had been in a constant state of anxiety. And this feeling, after settling for an entire afternoon, showed no sign of diminishing; instead, it became more severe. With a kind of spiritual superpower that made him particularly sensitive to changes in emotions, this pervasive feeling began to irritate him, and he even thought about picking up a gun to smash everything around him...
Even when Zhang Xi began to speak to him, Luo Ming shot him an annoyed glare and whispered angrily, "I've already said, it's just a feeling! Only a feeling! If you don't trust my intuition, just consider that I haven't said anything!"
Zhang Xi looked at Luo Ming with a blank expression, snorted, and then turned his gaze away: "Nutcase."
