Zhang Xiaohao took a step forward, just about to move ahead.
"You, you stop right there! I'm telling you, even though I'm a woman, I'm not afraid of ghosts!" Cheng Qingsu hurriedly said.
Whoosh!
Zhang Xiaohao's figure flashed, and when he stopped again, he was already by Cheng Qingsu's side.
Before she could react, he pressed her body down, raising his right hand high, and slapped her across the arm.
Slap clap clap...
The crisp sound of slapping immediately rang out.
Zhang Xiaohao kept slapping her arm while speaking grumpily.
"Ghost, my foot! You can't even recognize your own brother-in-law!"
"Ah! Are you really my brother-in-law? Weren't you already dead?" Cheng Qingsu asked instinctively.
"Nonsense! Do I look like a corpse to you right now?" Zhang Xiaohao rolled his eyes and said.
"Ah! Brother-in-law, let me go quickly, there are so many people watching!" Cheng Qingsu said with a red face.
