"Jiang Man, is it you?" Wen Rui's voice trembled from outside, her fear audible even through the door.
"It's me." Jiang Man unlocked the door, first a padlock, then a twist lock.
When the door swung open, Wen Rui, looking as if she had lost her soul, flung herself into Jiang Man's arms, trembling with fear.
Jiang Man patted her head, "Don't be scared, the other supernatural events might be real, but the one we've encountered is definitely fake."
"Fake?" Wen Rui looked up, her doe eyes flickering with fear mingled with confusion.
Jiang Man glanced at the gathering photographers outside the door.
At this moment, Bei Ling came over, setting the limp Mi Duo down in Jiang Man's room and instructing two photographers to watch over her.
"All of this was deliberately arranged by the show's crew, wasn't it?" Bei Ling said indifferently, his voice cool, giving off an air of detachment as if a celestial being had descended to the mortal realm.
