"Afraid, I'm so scared!" Yang Feifei nodded her head like a chick pecking at rice.
Li Xiaobao's face was full of depression: "You say it so lightly, are you really scared?"
"Of course, I'm afraid. I'm scared someone might sneak in and do something terrible to me, what should I do?" Yang Feifei's face was full of bitterness.
"..." Li Xiaobao finally confirmed that this woman was truly not afraid of any ghostly things, because she understood them very clearly and thought they were all illusions, all fake!
But right at that moment, the doorbell rang. Yang Feifei opened the door, and a chef pushing a dining cart came in, smiling, "Miss Yang, your lunch is ready."
"Mm, put it on the table inside." Yang Feifei had already put on her sunglasses, nodding coldly yet regally.
The well-dressed man arranged several tableware on the table, putting several dishes on it, which seemed to contain some gourmet meals.
It looked quite high-end.
