Wen Wan was hugely embarrassed.
Little Mo Yao, who was sitting beside her, looked from one to the other and suddenly asked, "Big Sister Wan, whose door did you knock on last night?"
Wen Wan cleared her throat, her face turning even redder, "Don't listen to Uncle Rong's nonsense, I did not."
"So last night, did I see a ghost then?" Rong Zifeng asked with a smile, looking infuriatingly smug.
Wen Wan turned her gaze towards Mo Siluo across from her, hoping he would help her out of this awkward situation, but the man merely curled his lips slightly, watching the scene unfold with amusement.
Feeling infuriated, Wen Wan picked up a drink from the edge of the table, removed her mask, and gulped it down forcefully, as if that would relieve her frustration, then took another gulp.
As she angrily set down the glass, she heard Little Mo Yao curiously ask, "Eh, Big Sister Wan, what happened to your lips?"
