"How is it that he gets to hold a real beauty in his arms, while all he ever burns for me are some paper offerings? He couldn't even spare me a paper-crafted female ghost, sigh." Zhang Ming muttered to himself, secretly resolving to stay far away from this fellow in the future.
Just as he strolled out of the underground market and intended to head home, his phone rang.
"It's Sister Shang, Shang Yilin..." Seeing the caller ID, he quickly answered, "Sister Shang, is that you?"
Chapter 27