Sheng An squatted down desperately, not wanting to waste his energy anymore. Normally, he would pant after running a few simple steps, so he didn't have enough strength to break open the door.
At this time, there was suddenly a creepy noise accompanied by laughter and crying, shrill and terrifying. It sent a chill down his spine.
What is this…
Sheng An froze. What he feared most were ghosts.
He immediately hammered the door and cried, "Mom, I want mom…"
The weak-looking boy was fiddling with his cell phone at the door, which was the source of the sound.
Hearing Sheng An's crying, the boy left. Then he took off his glasses, took out his cell phone, and dialed out. "Brother Hanjing, I did what you said.."
"Thanks." The man's voice was gentle, as warm as sunlight.
"Not at all. If it weren't for your tutoring, how could I have won a prize at the orchestral competition? Besides, I tolerated him for a whole day."
