Ying Wan actually hadn't thought it through; his question was simply an off-the-cuff inquiry. In this moment, upon hearing the response, he stiffened slightly.
This was a hotel with over a dozen floors. If Tang Meng claimed he hadn't opened the window, then who had been opening the windows he closed every morning?
Even though they had previously felt that Tang Jin was a bit incredible, practically a prophet, successfully predicting many things, they had started to trust this mysticism that had never appeared in their lives and which they had never believed in before.
But in their hearts, there was still complacency and wishful thinking.
They hadn't taken the possibility of real supernatural phenomena seriously.
Until now.
The surroundings instantly fell silent.
Everyone looked toward Little Bun, who had spoken.
Receiving Little Bun's 'nonchalantly' reassuring attitude, as if saying there's nothing for you to fear.
