Xie Weiming’s company was enormous. When they got to the company, Ning Shu painted cow tears on her eyelids, pinched her fingers, and chanted a spell before entering the building.
The company’s employees were spiritless and tired. Xie Weiming and Ning Shu walked in and scanned the room. There were several people sleeping at their tables.
Ning Shu blinked and saw a female employee standing in front of the printer to print something. However, behind her stood a ghost, who was staring straight at her and even lifted her hair to the tip of his nose to sniff it.
The female employee took the printed paper and turned around, brushing past the ghost behind her.
There really were ghosts in this company. On top of that, they dared to appear in broad daylight.
In any case, the entire company was enveloped by a gloomy atmosphere and familiar baleful energy.
The ghost didn’t follow the female employee. Instead, he went to mess around with other people, such as a male employee, who was pouring water. The cup in his hand somehow turned over, and the boiling water poured on his crotch.
It made the man jump in fright.
Then, the ghost just enjoyed the scene.
Later, there was a sudden power failure. Many employees’ work hadn’t been saved, and they wailed at the power outage.
The ghost covered his stomach and laughed wildly.
Ning Shu looked at the ghost. He was about twenty years old, looking young and mischievous.
She just stared at him coldly.
The ghost noticed Ning Shu looking at him directly, so he floated in front of her. Ning Shu felt a cold air coming toward her, as if she were in a refrigerator.
The ghost waved his hand in front of Ning Shu. “Can you see me?”
Ning Shu turned her head and left. Now wasn’t the time to clean him up.
Ning Shu followed Xie Weiming around the company. Ning Shu’s nose moved as a woman passed by.
This woman was wearing a corset skirt, showcasing her slim waist. She was a beautiful, charming woman.
Her face was red like a peach, and her entire face was radiant. Most importantly, her body gave off a scent of love and desire. Something ambiguous and indescribable must have happened not long ago.
This girl was Song Xihan.
When the ghost saw Song Xihan, he took the initiative to wipe the chair for her. Of course, he couldn’t wipe it at all, his hand passed through the chair.
Song Xihan seemed to be able to see the ghost, as she also smiled at him.
The fact that they were being so courteous meant that they were definitely related.
Ning Shu glanced at the ghost, feeling confused. Was he Feng Yin? That couldn’t be. Didn’t they say that Feng Yin had peerless looks? How could this ghost be him?
This ghost could only be counted as passable.
Ning Shu was wondering when she saw a man in red beside Song Xihan. He was dressed in ancient era style red clothes, and his hair was loose.
His hands were slightly tucked in the sleeves, and his temperament was naturally outstanding, inducing awe in others.
His brows slanted into the temples, his eyes glimmered with lights. His features were perfect, as if painted by a master.
He was like a man who had come out of a painting, crossing the millenniums of history. With nobility ingrained in his bones, he seemed to be as suave as the talents of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
His red garment was like fire, which made him appear unruly and romantic.
Ning Shu squinted and felt her eyes were burning from the blazing red robe.
This man was Feng Yin, whose every move was distinguished and every word was elegant.
He truly had an unmatched magnificent style and peerless beauty.
MTL Editor: Meraki
TLC: Kaho
