Wen Xishu confidently looked at Zhang Qiang.
His words were firm and resonant, Zhang Qiang said:
"You can act tough all you want, but you better know, if we let the damn ghost in! What's going to happen!"
Wen Xishu said:
"It's hard to say if the person outside is human or ghost, even if it's a ghost, Mr. Zhang, doesn't this ghost specifically name you? Don't you think even if the ghost comes in, he's only looking for you?"
"As the Ghost Festival approaches, vengeful spirits claim lives, Mr. Zhang, what exactly did you do at the dock?"
Chen Ming also joined Wen Xishu at this moment:
"If you've done nothing shameful, you don't fear ghost's knock at the door, Mr. Zhang, why don't you tell us what happened to you at the dock."
Zhang Qiang cursed under his breath:
