The little brat looked at the group coming in, unsure what his father was up to.
"Hmph, didn't you say it was a misunderstanding? Tell me, how could there be such a coincidence? You just happened to put on a ghost costume because you were worried about seeing ghosts, and your outfit was exactly the same as the ghost they saw a few days ago?"
Magistrate Pan's voice dripped with mockery.
The little brat nearly broke out in a cold sweat. Looking at the Dragon-Expectation Rod his father had produced, he could already feel his backside beginning to ache.
No wonder these people looked so familiar. They were all victims he had frightened!
If I'd known this day would come, I would've changed costumes more often!
As his father, Magistrate Pan could tell at a glance what was going through his mind.
The boy truly refused to mend his ways. He didn't think he had done anything wrong at all; he was only frightened now because he had been caught.
"Dad, I was wrong! I won't dare do it again! Please forgive me just this once, okay? I swear I'll never do anything like this again!"
Seeing that he could no longer hide the truth, the little brat immediately changed his tune and began apologizing.
The speed of that transformation left Jiang Nuan utterly dumbfounded.
"Do you think admitting your mistake now will help? Didn't you say your mother was embarrassing for being afraid of ghosts? Then why were you so afraid of them just now? Didn't you also say you were going to scare your old man in a little while?"
The more Magistrate Pan spoke, the angrier he became. Then he grabbed the Dragon-Expectation Rod beside him.
"Lie down!"
The little brat wanted to argue some more, but