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The next morning, Mr. Fang, who had just opened his eyes while sleeping on the sofa, saw his son floating in mid-air and nearly fell into an eternal slumber.
He closed his eyes and told himself over and over that this world didn't have ghosts, only after affirming Fang Cheng did he slowly open them again.
Getting up, he grumbled discontentedly, "Son, can you stop scaring me with new tricks every day?"
"There was a hanged ghost on the ceiling, I just squashed it."
"..."
"Just kidding, there are no ghosts. I was just thinking about something and accidentally started floating. Is the sofa comfortable?"
Upon hearing about the sofa, Mr. Fang felt a surge of irritation.
The night before last, he was enjoying dedicated service from his wife and son in his dream, reveling in it, when suddenly another wife walked in from outside and started berating him furiously.
