Ye Wanwan shivered. A hint of fear appeared in her eyes and she started thinking about that horror movie she watched before.
Could it be… that it was a ghost?
"It can't be, right?!"
Ye Wanwan felt a gust of cold wind blowing against her back and she shuddered.
With the speed of a hundred-meter-sprint, Ye Wanwan hurriedly opened the car door and sat in the car.
After she tried her best to calm down, Ye Wanwan took out her phone and initially thought of calling Si Yehan, but she was afraid he would worry…
As she gave it a second thought, she thought she'd better hand it over to the police to handle.
"What's the number of the traffic police, huh…" Ye Wanwan raised her head and mumbled to herself.
"The traffic police number should be 110." All of a sudden, a sweet and gentle voice rang out in the car.
"110 is the number for the Ministry of Public Security… I think the traffic police number should be…"
