"I didn't dare to open the door, and I didn't dare to make a sound. About a minute passed, maybe... maybe even less, and that thing left."
"It wasn't until Wang Longhui came back and told me that I found out an envelope had been stuck on the door, with a bloody handprint on it." Speaking of last night's event, Tong Han still felt a hint of lingering fear, and her complexion was noticeably pale.
Miss Xu was terrified just listening to it, "Did you... Did you not open it to see what was inside?"
Her question immediately provoked Tong Han's criticism. She stared at Miss Xu's pitiful look and sneered, "Miss, are you acting, or are you really that dumb? Please use your brain before you speak. If it were you, would you open an envelope delivered by a ghost at the dead of night, clearly ominous, and with a bloody handprint on it?"
After a few harsh words from Tong Han, Miss Xu shrank back, weakly standing behind the crowd, not daring to speak again.