But just as Price finished speaking, a voice suddenly erupted in the hall like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky.
That voice was like a bolt from the blue, making everyone feel as if they had been awakened from a stupor.
In an instant, everyone's gaze turned to one place, behind Ji Qiushui, where a person stood.
Wearing a long black coat with a hat, almost covering the face, only the lips holding a cigarette were exposed.
"Who are you?"
Ji Fengyu asked instinctively.
Ye Chenfeng slowly took off his hat, revealing a face familiar to everyone. He chuckled and said, "Weren't you just talking about me?"
"Ye... Ye Chenfeng..."
Ji Xiaofeng pointed at Ye Chenfeng, lips trembling, took quite a while to utter a name.
The others, including Ji Qingrong, were dumbfounded, with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.
"You—you—you... Weren't you dead? How—how are you still alive?"
Price couldn't sit still, directly falling off his chair with a thud.
