The four of them turned their heads and saw Leng Mengmeng making a face at them. Despite wearing a little party dress and having a cute little face, she was pulling a grimace.
"Little Mengmeng, when did you get here? Why did you have to scare us like that?" Ling Miaomiao patted her chest, obviously quite startled.
"Hehehe…" Leng Mengmeng giggled mischievously at the side.
"I'm saying, you brat, can't you change your way of appearing without a trace? Don't you know scaring people can scare them to death? If I happen to die young, I swear I'll become a ghost and haunt you every single day." Han Xiaoxu, standing next to Ling Miaomiao, looked at Leng Mengmeng with dissatisfaction, grinding his teeth. Honestly, he felt that if he got scared a few more times, it could shave years off his life.
