Zhao Qian propped up her little face with her hand, playfully touched Wang Jie's face, and then gave him a deep kiss.
"Hey, Wang Jie, brother, are you silly or what, this haunted house is of course owned by one of our own."
"All the cameras are off now, so, you see, we can do whatever we want," Zhao Qian said with an innocuous look, caressing Wang Jie's face.
The girl with long, straight black hair also came over with a smile, her petite face flushed but still very excited, "Not only that, but the outside has even stopped business for now."
"Whenever we decide to leave this place, that's when we'll start again." After saying this, Wang Jie swallowed hard, feeling a bit numb, what the hell was going on?
No wonder these three sisters insisted on coming here first, they had plotted it all along, especially right after entering the haunted house, jumping around in feigned fear.
