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Chapter 832 Chapter 832

After leaving the door, I took a long breath and said helplessly: "Huh! Grandma, where did you come from? Go back to where you are." As I said that, I waved my hand and threw it up to the sky impatiently.

I shook my head speechlessly at the distant and disembodied screams.

Then I turned around and opened the door. I felt relaxed and whispered to Yan'er: "Yeah, it's okay. I've already thrown that thing out."

The elder brother said disdainfully: "You still think Yan'er is a three-year-old child? This method of coaxing doesn't work. We have tried it all."

Dad also nodded in agreement, but what they didn't expect was... that this guy who they couldn't appease and coax in every possible way would be fooled so easily.

"Really?" Yan'er asked in disbelief.

I nodded solemnly: "Yeah"

Seeing that Yan'er's mood had finally stabilized, her mother comforted her: "Yan'er, why don't you go to class today and take a day off? I've already asked for leave for you. Come... I'll take you back to your room to lie down."

, stop thinking wildly."

Yan'er felt relieved, nodded obediently, and followed her mother upstairs.

My brother looked in disbelief: "How could it be possible? We have tried this method, but it doesn't work."

"Who am I? The master reporter of Supernatural Weekly. Of course she chose to believe me." I smiled faintly.

"Can you really guarantee that she won't see hallucinations like that again?" Dad's worry is not unreasonable.

"this……"

As if to confirm my father's words, the temperature around me suddenly dropped, and I turned around with black lines on my head. Well, isn't it just that it's back again...

Seeing me looking back, my brother asked curiously: "What are you doing? What are you looking at? You have such a rich expression?"

Along with my brother's questions, my grandma's disembodied voice also harassed my auditory nerves: "Xiao Ning'er, how can you be so cruel? You threw your grandma and me out the first time we met? You are too inconsiderate to me.

I’m so heartbroken, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot...” The cry coupled with my grandma’s sad expression made me wonder if I should take the blame and beg her for forgiveness.

I ignored the source of the air-conditioning around me and turned to my father and brother: "Don't you all have to go to work? What time is it? Do you still have time to hang out here?"

The elder brother rubbed his forehead with a headache: "I was originally going to accompany Yan'er to see a psychiatrist today, but it seems I don't have to go. I have to go back to the company to cancel my leave, so I'll leave first." After saying that, the elder brother got up, took his coat and went out.

.

Dad didn't look like he was going to work, but looked at me steadily. I was a little embarrassed by him, so I asked bravely: "Um...Dad, what are you looking at, your eyes are weird?"

"

Dad finally looked away, allowing me to breathe.

"Yin Ning"

"Um?"

"Can Yan'er really see it?"

"Ah?" I inadvertently dodged my grandma's grasp, and I was shocked!

"You are doing this. I believe you should know this very well. It's not that our method is wrong, but that we can't expel that thing at all, so it has no effect on Yan'er, right?"

"Forehead……"

Grandma was still there with a mischievous smile and said: "As expected of my son-in-law, he has good eyesight!"

I fiddled with my hair and took my grandma's hand away from my head: "Would you believe me if I said no?"

"No? Then you are denying your work, and... I have also encountered this kind of thing. When I was a child, I once witnessed my neighbor's grandfather return to spirit, and then he became seriously ill. At that time, your grandfather ordered

I was forbidden to go out at night, and I never encountered her again when I grew up, so that even I doubted whether that experience was real. Now that I see Yan'er's situation, I can't help but think of Yan'er at that time.

Myself, Xiao Ning, I want you to tell the truth."

So it turns out that ghost-talking is hereditary in my family? No wonder I'm so unlucky... Hey, it turns out the source is here!

"Well...Dad, if I said yes, would you believe it?"

Dad actually nodded seriously.
Chapter completed!
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