The night had already deepened, and Liang Zhouxian looked at the two boys nodding off like pecking chickens with disdain for their insistent behavior of keeping themselves awake.
But there was no helping it, after all, one of those rascals was his own little brother!
He sighed, took the mobile phones from their hands, and looked at the two of them, half-asleep and still oddly vigilant, "Go to sleep, go to sleep. Didn't you say I have strong vitality? I'll watch over you, so get some good rest."
After pacifying them, he still couldn't help but admonish, "Especially you, Ju Mengmeng, you're going to have surgery tomorrow, if you don't rest well tonight, what do you think will happen?"
His words had the opposite effect; Ju Mengmeng became a bit more alert, with a pained expression on his face, "But still, I'm a little worried! Liang Zhouxian, your vitality is so strong, I've heard many ghosts like that too. What if I wake up and find you completely drained?"
