"Alright, stop crying."
Ye Ling gently patted Wang Ningmei's back, clearly feeling the softness of her.
"Mature women are really different."
Ye Ling sighed inwardly.
But at the moment, Wang Ningmei had no idea what Ye Ling was thinking; the ferocity of the ghost just now had really scared her.
Wang Ningmei was a woman who had weathered many storms, to put it more harshly, a woman who had killed people.
Such a woman usually had a very steady mindset and was quite cunning, with very few things that could scare her like this.
Just think about it, not to mention Wang Ningmei, even Wang Haichen, a special forces soldier, was scared stiff just now.
"Ye Ling, I really can't thank you enough."
Wang Haichen came over, his face somewhat pale.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed in ghosts and gods."
"Isn't there a saying, 'no smoke without fire'?"
