Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 502: 321 Ghost Hunting at Midnight: Confessing to Be a Wolf, Too Stupid (3 more updates)

a.m.

The night had deepened, and though it was spring, heavy dew lay about; only a slim crescent moon was visible, veiled by clouds, dim and lightless.

The hotel corridor was even quieter, and even though the person tiptoed, moving gingerly with minimal arm swings to minimize the rustling of clothes, the sound was still distinctly audible, accompanied by the crisp ringing of the doorbell. After several rings, a woman’s voice came from inside.

Perhaps awakened from sleep, her voice bore traces of drowsiness and she asked in English who it was.

The doorbell continued ringing, and soon the person opened the door and glanced at the visitor, frowning slightly.

The visitor was dressed entirely in black, the brim of the hat pulled low and a mask on, completely obscuring the face.

"You are..."

The visitor pulled down the mask a half-inch, and, recognizing them, she hurriedly let them in.

"What’s the matter? Didn’t I tell you that someone might be looking for you recently, and to be vigilant? How could you come here!"

"Still following that person, you must be insane."

"What did you tell him? Why didn’t you answer my calls?"

...

in the room, still sleepy-faced from being awoken and bombarded with accusations,

who told that person to find

didn’t answer my calls. He knew you and even showed me a photo, so I came with him.

new phone,

the hotel. "The climate here is really too dry; it’s

me to meet that girl. It scared me to death, but then she actually thanked me, saying she appreciated my help with the birth. She still doesn’t know that back then the

The

woman’s hand shook, and the mineral water bottle fell to the floor, water gushing from it

I tell someone

after you called, that man came over, carrying your photo

glance, seemingly both

vines, a large net

drag her into a

rapidly, masked up quickly, and turned to leave, while the other person, not minding the spilled water, grabbed their suitcase, preparing to pack up

they ran straight into the person standing

jacket, with delicate black hair and thin lips curled

hours, and his smile was wildly improper, possibly due

leaving just

pull her hat brim further down, but in the next instant, Jiang

out to protect their head, struggling for the hat, but Jiang was faster, and in one swift

under