After Wen Qiao finished speaking, not only did the ghost in front of her completely stop, but even Qi Ming, who had been hiding behind her, slowly straightened up.
The resentment in the resentful ghost's intact eye was intense, and Wen Qiao felt that if it weren't for the fangs restricting his lips, the resentful ghost would probably have been pouting by now.
She pushed the bottle of mineral water forward again, "Would you like some water? Maybe rest for a bit on the side? Even though the air conditioning is on, it must be hot moving around in a bedsheet."
With a mournful look, the resentful ghost turned and left without any reluctance.
Wen Qiao smacked her lips, her hand holding the mineral water gradually lowering.
Suddenly, the bottle felt lighter, and the resentful ghost had taken it as it returned.
