Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

The man was dressed in a gloomy black color, and the cross hanging from the necklace in his hand was pointing at Song Wenchuan sharply.

His voice was raspy as he pressed his palms against the chaise lounge and sat up.

Inside the simply decorated room, there was a huge bookshelf against the wall filled with various books. Apart from that, there was just a chaise lounge and an office desk.

The air smelled old and woody.

Mixed with the weird atmosphere was a ridiculous scene.

“Mr. Song?”

“A hypnotist?”

The two spoke in unison and paused.

They looked at each other and the priest’s calm blue eyes began to shift.

“You must be the alternate personality in Mr. Song’s body. Mr. Song, do you remember what just happened?”

He spoke fluent Mandarin. Without looking at his face, one would think he was a locally-born Chinese.

“Alternate personality?” Song Wenchuan held his head and laughed. “No, I am my own individual person.”

“All alters think that, Mr. Song.”

“And you are?”

Song Wenchuan’s lips curved; he did not respond to the man’s comment.

“Nolan Nicholson. You can call me Nolan.”

“Okay, Nolan.” Song Wenchuan grabbed his wheelchair and climbed onboard. “Listen carefully, no matter what he wants to know, he should come and ask me himself. Also…”

He lifted his eyes and his sharp gaze swept across Nolan’s face. “I hate it when people snoop around my privacy. Your Holiness, next time we meet, I hope it’s under normal circumstances.”

“Oh, okay…”

Nolan shrugged and moved aside. “Sorry.”

He watched as the man left in his wheelchair. He smiled at the man who was guarding outside and left.

“Hey! Chuan? Chuan?”

Xie Ziyu called his name a few times, but he didn’t turn around at all. His unapproachable and cold vibe gave him goosebumps.

He found himself too afraid to run after him.

“What is up with him?”

Xie Ziyu furrowed his brows and looked at Nolan.

“It’s just as you saw.” Nolan placed his necklace back around his neck and spread his palms. “From the looks of it, Mr. Alter has a bad temper.”

“Mr. Alter?” Xie Ziyu choked up a little. He wanted to laugh, but nothing came out.

Especially since this comment was made by Nolan.

He had known Nolan for many years. Apparently, he was in his thirties. But from the moment they first met in Y Country, his appearance had not changed.

He was pale and exquisite, like a sophisticated and mysterious vampire from a story.

After getting to know each other, he discovered Nolan was a strange person who spent his days watching over a small church. He held a religious service on time every week, and except for necessary purchases, he rarely stepped out of the church.

Apparently, he could hypnotize anyone…

“Perhaps…”

Nolan suddenly revealed a smile and blinked slyly at Xie Ziyu. He then started walking out.

“…we might be able to be friends. Mr. Alter is very interesting.”

“F*ck…”

Xie Ziyu grabbed his hair and turned around speechlessly.

He watched as the young priest walked out and disappeared into the distance.

“What the hell? Mr. Alter? Has this world gone mad? Or have I?”