Facing Ye Ling's remarks, the manager across from him nodded repeatedly, thinking that what the young man was saying was just nonsense.
Who would cram themselves into a haunted house if they weren't bored out of their minds, unless they were tired of living.
Ye Ling didn't say much else and followed the manager into the elevator, then headed to a spacious office on the top floor.
The office was large and even had a mini golf course, though a super mini one, of course. In one corner was the desk and next to it, a set of expensive genuine leather sofas.
In front of the desk sat a middle-aged man with thinning hair at the top of his head, in his forties and looking haggard.
