Cui Peng suddenly stood up, rubbing his eyes in confusion, and Wang Haijun's face disappeared.
He breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the phone to call the lobby on the first floor.
The staff on duty was lying on the computer in boredom. Although business was suspended today, the boss wouldn't let them go and insisted on them working the night shift.
Nobody knew what was going on, so they could only continue working as usual.
"Nothing happened over there, right?" Cui Peng asked with a trembling voice.
The staff was very surprised; the boss usually spoke harshly, like a grumpy mad dog. How come today, there's a sense of fear in his tone?
"No, there's no one here at all."
"Well, that's good. Be careful, and let me know if there's anything unusual."
Cui Peng hung up the phone.
Taoist Zhang opened his eyes, "Don't worry, there's a statue of Guan Gong you've worshipped for years in the lobby. Guan Gong will surely protect you; no Little Ghost can come in."
