"Lady Zhong, Ling Chao had just been unlucky to encounter a ghost," Mrs. Ling's face was clearly displeased. "He's just a child, playful at times. We don't know what unclean place he stumbled upon to attract such a thing. We are here today to ask for your help to catch the ghost," not to question us.
The last sentence, Mrs. Ling did not speak out loud, but her facial expression said it all.
"Then I'll just tell you," Zhong Niangyao coldly began, "I cannot help."
"You—"
Seeing Zhong Niangyao's demeanor, Mrs. Ling was so infuriated she almost wanted to slam the table. But under Father Ling's cautioning gaze, her fierce vibe weakened.
