Someone had actually been possessed right under his nose?
Did that ghost have no respect for him as a fortune-teller?
Jian Ran felt that this was bad!
That old ghost, the Prince of Zhennan, had probably already attained a considerable level of power. Sending him off to reincarnate for good would likely be harder than reaching heaven...
That alone would have been bad enough, but the main problem was that he had his eye on Lu Yanting's body as a vessel for his return to life, while his brain was permanently full of lust, making him want to bang the moment he appeared. If he ever succeeded, wouldn't that mean...
Jian Ran didn't dare think any further, and an unprecedented sense of crisis rose within him.
He had to guard against fires, thieves, and now getting his ass fucked by a ghost...
A hundred million for this film suddenly seemed too little!
As Jian Ran showered in the bathroom, muttering and cursing to himself, Lu Yanting lay on the bed, staring toward the sound of running water, his expression equally dark. Holding his phone to his ear, he murmured into it, "Grandpa, we can't keep shooting this film. Jian Ran's in danger!"
"You have to finish it, whether you want to or not. Things have already come this far. Even if you pull out now, it's too late. Yanting, remember, this is our Lu Family's last chance!" Old Master Lu sighed. "I know your feelings for Jian Ran are genuine, but have you thought about this? If we don't break the curse, will you even live past thirty? If you don't, Jian Ran will end up with someone else. When that happens..."
Lu Yanting cut him off. "That's impossible! Even if I die, I won't let Jian Ran end up