The plaster had already flaked off the walls, revealing mottled traces beneath.
When the two of them just stepped into the elevator, the light inside flickered for a moment, adding an eerie feeling to the atmosphere.
The small space felt a bit strange.
Qin Nanyu was famously taciturn, and whenever he spoke, it was bound to be sharp.
Ji Weitian sensibly didn't provoke him; she stood by herself in a corner, staring down at her big toe.
She imagined if she hadn't restrained herself just now and if her high heel had struck Qin Nanyu's handsome face, what would have happened...
Tsk tsk, she dared not think about it!
Just as Ji Weitian was secretly amusing herself, a cold voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
"Have you ever heard the elevator ghost story?"
Ji Weitian: "???"
What ghost story? Why mention ghost stories? What was he trying to do?
