In front of July Photography Studio.
Xu Yichao picked up the phone with a pink case from the ground and, after looking at it, said to Huang Zhongyu not far away, "It seems your two friends might be... in grave danger."
Huang Zhongyu broke out in cold sweat, constantly glancing at the photo studio with its doors wide open, wanting to go in to find people, but his legs were honestly stepping back.
Xu Yichao also knew about the strange tales surrounding the studio and couldn't help but say, "If you don't court death, you won't die. Knowing that this studio isn't clean, yet still insisting on challenging it."
Sang Que raised an eyebrow, noticing that Xu Yichao accepted these things very quickly and naturally, as expected of someone who was given to papermen as a child since young.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A ball suddenly bounced out from the darkness.
