Fang Shijie, Mrs. Fang, and the retinue were all stunned when Huang Xiaolong stated that their daughter could be carrying a ghost's child, feeling that their worldviews had been upended.
The retinue couldn't stop muttering, "Absurd! Absurd! It is just too absurd!"
"Old Fang…it's this…Mr Huang you brought here, what…what is his background? What he said is so strange… it scared me…" Mrs. Fang also complained a bit.
Fang Shijie contemplated briefly, "Hold on...don't worry just yet. This young man has a strong aura. His every move exudes an air of calm confidence, he's clearly not some charlatan! I believe him! Well, since he instructed us not to go upstairs for the time being, let's wait for him here."
Second floor of the villa!
Huang Xiaolong had already pushed the door open and entered.
The room was not lit.
With the curtains drawn, it appeared extra dim.
A surge of chilly and sinister aura, mixed with a unique salty smell of seawater, lingered and roamed around the room.
