Ji Xinhe coldly curled her lips: "A guest is a guest, want to come in for a cup of tea?"
Lady Ding's face turned pale with fright, and she quickly said: "Your house is broken and dangerous, what would we do there? Let's not go!"
Ji Xinhe laughed: "It might be broken, but my mother's Sacrificial Day is approaching, and she seems to be visiting me frequently these days. So I thought I might as well invite him in for a cup of tea and let my mother take a look since he will become part of the family when we get married."
As she spoke, Ji Xinhe looked at Ding Hui with a sinister look, making him shudder. He remembered how his mother, Jin Shi, had been insisting that Ji Xinhe's house was haunted ever since she returned from there. He was already a bit worried, and now he felt that things were even more suspicious.