When everyone saw that it was not the red-dressed female ghost, but a familiar face, they all relaxed a little.
"Xiao Jing, you've gone overboard with this trick. Look at how badly you frightened us." Xiong Junxi looked at her reproachfully.
Zheng Jing heard his words, but she seemed frozen in place. She didn't move at all, not responding to Xiong Junxi.
"Zheng Jing, what's wrong with you? It's late at night and everyone is already very nervous, yet you still played such a trick to scare us? I think that you must have been the one pretending to be the red-dressed female ghost all along!" Chen Wen stared at her unhappily.
Faced with everyone's questions, Zheng Jing's body seemed to tremble crazily. "No, it's not me. I'm not the female ghost."
