Shang Jing intended to stop Chuzheng, but she didn't expect Chuzheng to directly pass by her.
Shang Jing almost couldn't see Chuzheng's movements clearly, and when she turned her head, Chuzheng was already close to Mao Tian—Mao Tian being that ghost.
Mao Tian was about to return to the villa.
His ankle suddenly felt cold, and then his body started to fall.
In the dim light, Mao Tian saw a figure leap into the air.
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Chi Jing jumped down from the third-floor windowsill, landing lightly on the ground.
Wearing the suit Chuzheng bought for him, with a narrow waist and long legs, his tall and slender figure was imposing.
Like a king descending into the night.
Chi Jing's handsome face had a faint smile as he spoke clearly and melodiously, "It's quite lively here."
At this time, on the villa's lawn, Chuzheng was standing on Mao Tian as if she were a bandit.
Shang Jing lay not far away, glaring fiercely at Chuzheng.
