"Eldest sister, who sent you flowers?"
Han Si, who had been pushed out by the brothers to act as the vanguard, asked nervously. He felt that the scariest thing in the world might just be the day when his big sister received flowers.
Han Wang tilted her head to look at Han Si. The gloom in her eyes hadn't dissipated yet, scaring Han Si so much he straightened his posture immediately.
"Got it, I understand. This isn't something I should know. I shouldn't ask. I'll shut up."
After saying this, Han Si was so afraid of Han Wang's wrath that he quickly found an excuse to slip away.
Han Wang: "…?"
She hadn't even said anything yet.
…
When Han Si returned, he was immediately surrounded by the brothers.
"What did she say?"
"Which brave soul sent the flowers?"
Han Si replied cryptically, "Don't ask. Just assume it was a ghost."
"…"
"Ghost, my foot!"
"If we don't get to the bottom of this, I swear I'll be tormented to death!"
