"Nothing." Lin Lemon suddenly smiled and looked at Nan Xiu, "Nan Xiu, do you believe that Night Sink is dead?"

Nan Xiu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Of course, his funeral was broadcast live around the world, and the autopsy report came out, even the remains were exposed in the first place, so how could it not be him?"

The smile in Lin Lemon's eyes got deeper and thicker, just not making a sound, "Nan Xiu, I want to go to your house today, is that okay?"

Nan Xiu ...