Listening to Zhou Yingnan's explanation, Yang Fan was both speechless and amused.
Although under such serious circumstances, laughing isn't really appropriate.
But Zhou Yingnan's reasoning is truly unique.
"If you had remembered me earlier, you wouldn't have been so scared." Yang Fan said helplessly, "And then?"
"Then, I was in the woodshed, circling with that ghostly thing. It disgusted me with its grotesque actions, occasionally grabbing a bloody chicken and taking a bite. It was playing cat and mouse, not in a hurry at all, as if waiting for me to break down." Zhou Yingnan said angrily.
Mentioning this again stirred her up quite a bit, her fists clenched tightly, eyes filled with fury.
"Then...," Zhou Yingnan's gaze flickered slightly, her tone paused, "then the embroidered shoes arrived, and that thing finally got serious, battling in the yard for a long time."
