The "ghost" on the side didn't expect to be so frightened and could only look at her apologetically. Tong Yan shook her head to indicate she didn't mind and let him go.
Because of the scare, Xiao Zhi remained downcast, and Tong Yan didn't have the heart to continue playing. They walked out of the haunted house directly.
But when they reached the exit of the haunted house, she couldn't help but freeze.
Bo Yimo stood under a tree not far away. Even though he was wearing a hat and sunglasses, and there were people coming and going around him, she could spot him in the crowd at a glance, his demeanor elegant like bright moonlight, instantly distinguishing him from everyone else.
In Tong Yan's eyes, all men were divided into two kinds: Bo Yimo and everyone else.
As if through some psychic connection, Bo Yimo happened to look back, and their gazes met in the air.
