"Dad, what happened to you just now?" Qian Xing's father, seeing the old man standing there safe and sound, let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Haha, seeing you guys like that, I suddenly wanted to tease you a bit. It's nothing, it's nothing." Qian Xing's grandfather suddenly burst into laughter, apparently trying to lighten the tense mood from before.
"Dad, you really scared me. I thought..." Qian Xing's father started to say but stopped halfway through his sentence.
"Thought I was killed by a female ghost, did you?" Qian Xing's grandfather's laughter faded as he spoke softly.
"Yeah, Dad, why were you making such a fuss for nothing? Really." Qian Xing's father couldn't help but complain, then furrowed his brow, "Xing Xing, didn't you say there was a white-dressed woman always crying in the house? Where is she?"
