"Sure." Han Qiuming patted the proprietor's hand, telling him not to worry.
"Follow me." Chen Ge did not give them the chance to reject. The proprietor stood where he was. "Qiuming, you've acted too rashly."
"We're all in the same business. You should be able to tell whether he was lying or not." Han Qiuming shrugged. "If you are that afraid, I'll walk at the front."
"You weren't there that day; you don't know about the situation." The proprietor felt a headache coming. "This Boss Chen is not a normal individual. He entered the Haunted House alone and managed to maintain his heartrate below 100."
"That's not all," Song An added. "That day, Zhenzhen's spirit seemed to appear again. All of us actors ran out of the Haunted House for our lives, but he remained inside the Haunted House alone."
