Ye Wanwan shivered. A hint of fear appeared in her eyes and she started thinking about that horror movie she watched before.
Could it be... that it was a ghost?
"It can't be, right?!"
Ye Wanwan felt a gust of cold wind blowing against her back and she shuddered.
With the speed of a hundred-meter-sprint, Ye Wanwan hurriedly opened the car door and sat in the car.
After she tried her best to calm down, Ye Wanwan took out her phone and initially thought of calling Si Ye Han, but she was afraid he would worry...
As she gave it a second thought, she thought she'd better hand it over to the police to handle.
"What's the number of the traffic police, huh..." Ye Wanwan raised her head and mumbled to herself.
"The traffic police number should be 110." All of a sudden, a sweet and gentle voice rang out in the car.
"110 is the number for the Ministry of Public Security... I think the traffic police number should be..."
Before Ye Wanwan completed her sentence, her eyes instantly constricted. If it wasn't for the limited space in the car, she would've already jumped.
Beads of cold sweat ran down Ye Wanwan's forehead. From the rearview mirror, Ye Wanwan realized there was a young man sitting in the back; she hadn't even noticed when he entered.
The man had snow white hair that touched his waist, delicate features, and below his brows was a pair of radiant eyes that seemed capable of capturing one's soul; his face was like a piece of jade and his eyes were like the stars; he was sitting there silently, yet he looked so elegant.
His pair of elegant eyes landed on Ye Wanwan and he gave a faint smile.
This man seemed to have walked out from a picture " he had a mysterious aura around him and he seemed to be able to suck one's soul in, leaving one unable to resist him.
However, Ye Wanwan wasn't in a state to admire him at all. She looked at the man in the back like she had just seen a ghost.
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