The Human Is More Frightening Than the Ghost

Looking toward Tian Lingling who was crying on the floor, An Lin felt slightly stunned.

"Hey, I was only joking, why are you so easily scared?

"You actually dare accept a ghost-hunting mission with such psychological state?" he asked in astonishment.

Tian Lingling raised her head, and upon seeing that An Lin was fine, a sulky expression appeared on her tear-stained face. She leaped toward him and started hammering his chest with her small fists.

"Waaah, you big bully! Who bullies people like that?" Tian Lingling hammered him as she bawled.

"Sniff…" She blew her nose and wiped it on An Lin's shirt. She then continued to cry and hit him.

The corner of An Lin's mouth twitched. He really wanted to say, 'You're using my shirt as a handkerchief, is that not bullying?'

In the end, he suppressed his urge to say this. After all, he was in the wrong in the first place and his joke had been a bit over the top.