The middle-aged male ghost despaired. Su Nian had her foot on the back of his head, pinning his face to the floor.
But now, his head twisted a full 180 degrees to face Su Nian. The face that had been smiling moments ago was now contorted with hatred.
"You little b—"
Before he could finish, Su Nian raised her foot and stomped down. STOMP, STOMP.
She viciously crushed his head down. It had to be said, his skull was incredibly tough; the floorboards even dented beneath it.
Yet his head remained perfectly round. The tip of Su Nian's foot rested on his face.
"What was that? A little louder, I can't quite hear you!"
The middle-aged male ghost was truly in despair. Staring at Su Nian, who was glaring right back at him, he was on the verge of screaming.
'This is just bullying a ghost! At least let me say something.'
Su Nian's foot pressed into his face, her expression one of utter disdain.
