It's clear that the little girl isn't someone who likes to threaten with force, otherwise given the current gap, even ten Jiang Yixins together probably wouldn't be able to take on the little girl alone.
Jiang Yixin sneered at the little girl, "You're moving to the third floor, right? I'm not afraid to tell you, the third floor isn't very peaceful at night, better be mentally prepared."
"Not very peaceful?" The little girl dismissed this, saying, "Aren't you just saying there's a ghost on the third floor? No worries, even if there is one, it'll look for someone surnamed Jiang, I'm not afraid."
After speaking, the little girl truly hugged her quilt and headed to the third floor, while Jiang Yixin returned to her room, their war temporarily declared over.
Downstairs, Xiao Feng and Qingyue were wide-eyed staring at each other, feeling their home was livelier than a battlefield, what was all this?
Returning to the room, the bedroom lighting was very soft, giving a warm feeling.
