"Brother Leisure, this house of yours might be haunted."
Zhou Kexin commented thoughtfully.
"Sister Zhou, do you see a problem?"
Zhou Kexin's current identity was that of a nurse working in the psychological treatment room. She had probably learned some skills from Chen Yu.
Perhaps, she could see what was wrong with the house.
"The house you bought is too desolate," Zhou Kexin explained with a complicated expression. "Is this place really habitable?"
The photo was taken using aerial photography.
It was an old, antique house.
Just as Hu Liang had said, the old house had a classical charm.
Other than this old house, there were other things in the photo.
It was this that made Zhou Kexin think that the house was unclean.
The old mansion was surrounded by weeds, giving off a desolate feeling.
Furthermore, there were no other houses around.