If the level and strength of the strangeness were lower than Xiang Er, then oppressed by Xiang Er, it wouldn't dare to appear in this place, let alone mess with the photo right under Yan Junze's nose.
But the current situation was that the photo did indeed become eerie, and Xiang Er also couldn't sense any presence of the strangeness.
"Very strange," Yan Junze muttered to himself.
If Ke'er were here, she might have discovered something, because her sensitivity to strangenesses was the strongest Yan Junze had encountered.
At that moment, the private room door opened, and the waiter began to serve the dishes.
Xia Ruolan returned to her chair, trembling, and sat down, staring at the phone screen with a distracted look.
"Don't worry, I'll check it out when I get back," Yan Junze consoled.
