"That excuse of yours will only fool ghosts." Fang Xinxin smiled indifferently.
All of a sudden, she said creepily, "Bai Chenxi, Bai Jingrou, a house like this attracts unwanted spirits. If you have inappropriate thoughts in such a place, it's very likely that you'll be possessed by one of them, or you'll suffer three years of misfortune. Who knows, something dirty may already be clinging onto you."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Bai Jingrou jerked back in fright. She immediately glared at Liu Ling, who had just returned after attending a phone call. "What's wrong with you? You knew that this is a haunted house and a murder took place here. Why did you still bring us to this apartment?"
"Miss Fang knew this beforehand and still requested to view this apartment." Liu Ling rushed to respond.
