"I am absolutely sure she was dead, but the next night... she appeared again. I really don't know why she's haunting me. Do you think this is a curse, Mr. Jackson?"
Sun Yan rubbed his fingers together, his expression pensive.
From Jamie's description, this indeed seemed like an Evil Spirit incident, and charging him 2000 US Dollars for the exorcism was reasonable.
"Your coffee, please enjoy."
At this moment, the waiter walked over with two mochas, placed them on the table, and then turned to leave.
Sun Yan took a sip of his coffee, gently comforting, "Don't worry, Mr. James. Based on the information you provided, my initial assessment is that this should be a simple haunting incident. As long as I perform an exorcism at your apartment and expel that evil spirit, everything should be fine."
"Are you sure? That's wonderful. When I told my friends about this, they didn't believe me. You really are the professional. Let's go now." Jamie's face lit up with joy.
