His lips quivered but no rebuttal came out.
"Without any evidence, you accuse me of deception. Manager Feng, your words invite suspicion."
Zhuang Qingning pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing into thin slits as she stared at Feng Ershu. "But I can't really blame Manager Feng for throwing a tantrum here. I've noticed a similar dark aura enveloping you, not unlike the little ghost. I wonder if it was you who summoned it here."
"You… Stop spouting nonsense!" Feng Ershu snarled, his eyes emitting a fiery glare. "You're spitting blood!"
"Whether I'm spitting blood or not, the people around are neither blind nor foolish. They can see for themselves."
Zhuang Qingning said, "The peculiar actions of Manager Feng make it hard not to suspect that he summoned this little ghost."
