It was Zhao, Yang Xiao immediately answered, but after the call connected, Zhao didn't speak, just kept gasping for air as though he had been extremely frightened.
"Zhao, what's wrong with you?" asked Yang Xiao.
Only then did it seem like Zhao came back to his senses, his voice trembling incessantly, "Little Yang, something... something's happened at our script shop!"
"What happened?" Yang Xiao stopped in his tracks, a foreboding feeling rising in his heart.
"Haunted... The script shop is haunted! Right in that script room you designed, someone... someone really saw a female ghost!" Zhao almost cried out.
Upon hearing the news, Yang Xiao slung his bag over his shoulder and immediately rushed to the script shop. The door of the script shop was already closed, and Zhao and the others were gathered around the entrance. The female employee he had seen before was crying her eyes out, her makeup all ruined by tears, and the several male employees also had faces as pale as death.