After Wen Qiao finished speaking, not only did the ghost in front of her completely stop, but even Qi Ming, who had been hiding behind her, slowly straightened up.
The resentnt in the resentful ghost’s intact eye was intense, and Wen Qiao felt that if it weren’t for the fangs restricting his lips, the resentful ghost would probably have been pouting by now.
She pushed the bottle of mineral water forward again, "Would you like so water? Maybe rest for a bit on the side? Even though the air conditioning is on, it must be hot moving around in a bedsheet."
With a mournful look, the resentful ghost turned and left without any reluctance.
Wen Qiao smacked her lips, her hand holding the mineral water gradually lowering.
Suddenly, the bottle felt lighter, and the resentful ghost had taken it as it returned.
When the ghost left, Qi Ming also ca out from behind Wen Qiao. He stared dumbfounded at the slowly departing ghost, then looked at Wen Qiao, who appeared calm and genuinely unafraid.
After a while, he gave her a thumbs-up.
This woman, her spirit, her guts.
She was worthy of his praise as "Little Aunt."
Wen Qiao waved her hand, signaling him not to be so extravagant.
She looked around the room and after spotting a cara in the corner, she waved at it.
"Director Li, if there are any more ghosts coming, could you please improve the costus and props? The ghost just now was draped in a white bedsheet, right?"
The production team behind the monitors, "....."
Wen Qiao’s disdainful voice hadn’t faded yet: "And the white bedsheet wasn’t even clean, there was a big stain in the middle. People are working so hard to play ghosts, you should at least make their efforts worthwhile."
Although filtered through a voice changer, frustration and annoyance clearly ca through from a staff mber, "None of your business! Just do your task!"
"Oh."
The production team thought Wen Qiao would quiet down, but the next second they heard her say, "Not even allowed to give feedback, stingy ghost."
[Production Team: Please just shut up.]
[Wen Qiao should not have co to "Unexpected." She should go next door to "Daily Critic."]
[I once witnessed Wen Qiao take on an internet troll in person; right then, I realized her mouth is extraordinary.]
A staff mber expressionlessly asked Director Li, who was leisurely sipping milk tea, "Director Li, where did you find this person?"
Director Li blinked, looked down, and kept scrolling through his phone, pretending not to hear.
Staff mber: "....."
The second escape room only had a ga console, which was a King of Fighters ’97 Chinese version, and above it, a note read—
Win five consecutive rounds to clear the level.
?
That easy?
Wen Qiao looked down at the console and looked around, not finding any traps.
But she knew the production team wouldn’t be so kind.
The chances of a pig climbing a tree were higher than the production team having a conscience.
Qi Ming, who had previously been despondent, suddenly beca excited. He felt this was his mont to prove himself, and rushed to the ga console ready to start, "Step back, I’m good at this."
Seeing him revitalized, Wen Qiao didn’t dampen his enthusiasm and stepped back to give him the stage.
"Hmph, just five consecutive wins, no big deal."
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