Ji Dong'er stepped down from the car, greeted Yang Fan, and hurried away like a shy young bride.
Fan Sisi and Yun Miaoyi, one on each side, supported Yang Fan as their eyes followed Ji Dong'er's figure all the way until she disappeared around the corner of the street. Only then did they look away.
"Fanzi, you... seem pretty busy, huh." Fan Sisi said with a heavy tone of jealousy.
"You got yourself into this mess after running into a ghost, and yet you still have such a cute little girl staying by your side. Also, your taste seems to have taken a strange turn—though she dresses quite maturely, is she even an adult?"
"She should... be an adult, right?" Yang Fan replied.
Ji Dong'er's age wasn't calculated like a normal person's.
She simply retained the appearance she had when she passed away, but if her actual age was counted, she'd be in her early twenties.
"Should? That 'should' carries a lot of doubt, huh?" Fan Sisi's face fell.
