Seeing Pei Xingcheng's complexion turn pale, Tang Zhixi's eyes narrowed with glee.
When she was his girlfriend, he would often say that her presence brought joy and happiness into his life. Now that she had become a ghost, he had the audacity to claim she was his bad luck!
How dare he label her as such?
Men are truly nothing but heartless scumbags!
"Enjoy your good fortune, Xingcheng. I'll take my leave first," she said with a vicious smile, savoring the thought of teaching him a lesson.
Pei Xingcheng: "....."
(Shit!!!! He completely forgot that, as a ghost, she could leave the room whenever she wanted. He was the one who was stuck, not her. If she really left him alone here, wouldn't he be at the mercy of the female ghost?
No, no, no, he can't let her go....)
For the first time in his life, Pei Xingcheng learned the deep meaning of the phrase 'shooting yourself in the foot.'
