Lan Yaxin saw the shadow of ghosts in every room and didn't dare to stay in this house anymore.
She took some clothes, stuffed them into her suitcase, took her bag, and hurried out of the house.
Her only hope now was to find Tan Shilin.
"What's wrong with you? What do you want from me?"
Lan Yaxin panicked like a frightened cat and threw herself into Tan Shilin's arms with her suitcase.
Tan Shilin pushed her aside. After all, they were outside the house. If his father saw them, he would scold him again.
"There's really a ghost! She really appeared in my house last night and there is really a big hole in the door. I didn't lie to you, believe me, she really came back."
Lan Yaxin was like a mentally ill patient, her eyes were soulless and she seemed especially nervous.
