Qin Ruwen didn't look like any less than a zombie trying to crawl out of a grave shown in horror movies. Yong saw the tip of his head slightly come out and she held her breath. She suddenly heard a click from outside the door and her eyes widened.
What is that…
Yong turned the doorknob helplessly but found out that it was locked.
How is it locked? They just-
Her gaze went cold thinking of how Anhe must have trapped her in with an unknown man. She angrily sneered.
So even if scared out of her wits, she has the brains to get me into trouble.
Her blood boiled with the thought of Anhe's shamelessness but that was a matter to be dealt with later. For now, the bigger concern was escaping this room or calling for help.
Yong's own phone was in the locker along with her handbag and the room's landline to call for emergency was on the table closer to the couch. The couch under which the strange ghost was lying.
What the hell is happening here? I should just scream at this point-
