"By the way, did you manage to invite that Song Ruo?"
the boss suddenly asked.
"Boss, do you mean the author of those horror short stories from Jiangcheng University?"
"Yes. We can't afford famous designers, so we can only look for unknown ones. Song Ruo writes pretty good short stories. Have her design the next Haunted House and see if she can come up with a hit."
"Okay, but I heard she's deaf and mute..."
"That doesn't matter. Deaf and mute people are still people. If she has talent, then we'll show our sincerity."
After returning to school,
Tang Enqi parted ways with the others. She still had other work to take care of.
But she had yet to recover from what had happened in the Haunted House. The words "Save me" echoed incessantly in her mind like a demonic chant.
Even when she arrived at the library entrance, she was still absentminded, failing to notice Gao Yuming standing right in front of her.
"Little Tang?"
Seeing how distracted Tang Enqi was, Gao Yuming greeted her.
Hearing his voice, Tang Enqi's expression changed. She immediately took a step back, a scream rising to her throat.
"Ah!"
The initial sound was piercing, but once she saw Gao Yuming in front of her, Tang Enqi's expression changed again, and her voice became weak and lifeless.
"Ah..."
Her pitch gradually dropped, turning into a completely emotionless "ah."
Tang Enqi felt rather embarrassed. She quickly composed herself, then casually said, "I was imitating the vocal exercises the broadcasting students do every morning."
In the mornings, students from the broadcasting and hosting major could often be seen in open areas around campus, making all sorts of sounds as they trained their voices.
"Is that so? This is the entrance to the library. Even if