The mischievous ghosts felt severe pain and no longer dared to say bad things about Ye Sui. In order to avoid Chen Shu, they escaped at the fastest speed.

  Eager to survive, they rushed to the portrait farthest from Chen Shu, still shivering.

  Chen Shu put down his phone and looked at Ye Sui. “Are they still talking?”


  Ye Sui smiled. “They not only didn’t speak, but they were also scared away by you.” Maybe even scared out of their minds.

  Ye Sui and Chen Shu continued walking side by side. Noticing many people in front of a painting, she wanted to know why so many people were interested in it.

  But there was a large crowd. Ye Sui did not step forward, just standing behind and gazing over.

  The overall tone of the painting was bright and cheerful, with the sun shining in the background and the sea of flowers in full bloom.