In the villa, besides Yang Jian, Zhang Wei, Zhang Xiangu, and that Auntie Huang, there indeed existed a fifth person.
That ghost which had always been lurking around them, its spirit never dissipating.
No amount of words could surpass the persuasive power of seeing with one's own eyes.
Zhang Xiangu had indeed seen with the mirror that there was another person in the room, and this person could only be seen through the mirror, invisible to the naked eye.
If it weren't for Yang Jian remaining calm and collected sitting there, Zhang Xiangu would have already fled with his son and lover, scrambling to escape.
"Did you see it?"
Upon seeing the sudden change in Zhang Xiangu's expression, Yang Jian knew he had confirmed it.
Zhang Xiangu's complexion turned particularly ugly, a chill enveloping his entire body. He began to feel restless, the urge to leave immediately surging within him.
