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She Can See Ghosts

This text has no male lead, no romance. The female lead is slightly timid in the first volume, a bit infatuated in the second, and from the third volume onwards... life seems like a Siberian Husky. Below is the sequence of volumes, if there are chapters missing, they're probably blocked. 1 Who's best at murder and dismemberment? Look in the suitcase for jackals and wolves. 2 I can handle tutoring, even rocks can be turned to gold. 3 Freshman military training brings tears, Changan loves to eat smoked sausage. 4 A thousand miles of predestined marriage hangs by a thread, whether it's good or bad all depends on fate. 5 My idol is the absolute best, the idol chose me to be their partner. 6 The boss behind the scenes is here, doing whatever they want without logic. 7 Ghost Festival inspiration comes late, helplessly put here. 8 Official advancement and wealth cost a child's life, a good son leaps like a carp over the dragon gate. 9 A trip to the plastic surgery clinic, all the fat is shaken off. 11 Who in the Human World can resist a beauty? Run out of roman numerals, use numbers instead. 11 Turtles may live long, but still dread the end, the characters fear a 404. 12 The local zombie looks handsome, cries out adorably when opening its mouth. 13 One dance captures the city, the beauty of the past fades away. There's a lot more, too tired to write the summary...

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Chapter 18: Be Smart in Love

In the Imperial Splendor Villa District, Zhang Duansi, who had just turned thirty-two this year, arrived home as the sun set.

His expression was stern. Having just come from a meeting, he couldn't help but loosen his tie, despite the air conditioning indoors. After all, the attire for work was rather formal; even high-cost, custom-tailored suits couldn't stave off the heat enveloping him as he stepped out of the car!

After taking off his jacket and sitting in the living room for a while, Aunt Zhang hastily brought him a bowl of chilled mung bean soup.

With the increasingly worrying matters these past days, Zhang Duansi no longer despised the overly sweet beverage, and after slightly stirring it with a spoon, he began to drink.

Only when the cool sensation traveled down his throat did he feel somewhat relieved, and he asked, "Where is Ling Yan? Still upstairs?"