As though sensing the undisguised mockery behind her, the Female Ghost abruptly turned around.
Although her hair covered her entire head, making it impossible to distinguish her face from the back of her head, Jian Ran still accurately judged which way she faced from the front and back of her red dress. Then he leisurely took out the Talisman Paper he carried with him.
The Female Ghost froze warily, an unwilling whimper bursting from her mouth before she vanished on the spot.
"Pretty fast on your feet." Jian Ran curled his lip, returned to his suitcase, and pushed the door open.
As soon as he entered, he saw Lu Yanting standing a short distance away, his dark eyes fixed intently on him. "Was it her?"
"Who?" Jian Ran asked knowingly, closing the door behind him, his tone unconcerned. Suddenly thinking of something, he looked up and added, "Whoever it is, I'm not scared..."
For a hundred million, I can do this.
Lu Yanting pressed his lips together without another word and sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" After unpacking for a while, Jian Ran couldn't stand watching him anymore. "Hurry up and unpack. At this rate, when are we going to have dinner?"
As he hung up his clothes, he muttered, "Wonder what the food's like here. Government offices usually have decent food, though."
Lu Yanting suddenly raised his eyes. "If I died, would you..."
"I won't be a widow, so don't die," Jian Ran blurted out without thinking.
Then he abruptly froze.
The air suddenly went still.
Jian Ran: "..." What the fuck is wrong with my brain?!
Why did I have to say widow?!
Lu Yanting's grave expression suddenly cleared, his lips curving into a pleased smile as he