"Isn't it you who want me to come up with a plan? Then why don't you stay quiet for a while? You keep talking and it's giving me a headache. How am I supposed to think?" Chi Xingye said exasperatedly.
At last, Gu Naimei shut up.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly cried out, asking in a trembling voice, "Chi Xingye, can you hear someone talking in this room?"
Chi Xingye saw her terrified look and deliberately said, "No, I didn't hear anything."
Gu Naimei turned pale with fear. She took a look around the room and nervously swallowed. Shaking, she said, "I heard many...so many voices. There...there's a ghost in this room!"
Chi Xingye almost burst into laughter.
She'd never thought that Gu Naimei, always so arrogant, could be such a scaredy-cat.
She was a young lady who grew up with a silver spoon. When she went out, she only stayed in five-star hotels or even seven-star luxury hotels. She had never stayed in such a shabby hotel where the sound insulation was poor.
