What goes around comes around. This female ghost had possessed the woman's phone while she was secretly filming people.
Today's livestream from the Daoist Temple was over. Su Nian turned off her phone and left.
She had accumulated a great deal of merit, and it wouldn't be long before she could leave this plane of existence.
Su Nian sat in her convertible, silently watching the traffic light.
It was impossible to tell what was on her mind.
BEEP!
"Hey, beautiful!"
A black luxury car had pulled up beside her.
The driver was a portly, middle-aged man. He had a smile plastered on his face, giving him a bloated, sleazy look.
"Hey beautiful, how about we get to know each other?"
The sleazy driver gave a what-he-thought-was-a-dashing flip of his hair, revealing a balding forehead. He seemed completely unaware, his self-satisfaction palpable.
It was high noon, and the sun was glaring. He'd spotted this incredibly ostentatious red supercar from a distance.
