After hanging up the phone, she saw Song Yan sitting silently on the sofa, his thoughts inscrutable.
She had something on her mind.
Her passport couldn't have just vanished into thin air, and her desperate attempts to avoid Qin Wang's subordinates clearly meant there was an issue.
But she obviously had no intention of speaking, so naturally, he wouldn't ask any further.
Given his awkward status, if she didn't want to talk, there was no point in asking.
"Sleep now?"
Song Yan shook his head. He had just napped for a while but was rudely awakened by Wei Shiran, and now he felt utterly alert, with no trace of sleepiness.
She normally had a lot of courage, but there was one thing she truly feared: ghosts.
Even more, she hated being scared with ghost stories.
The recent scare by Wei Shiran had churned up all the unpleasant memories from his childhood, causing him to lose control for a moment.
