So, she immediately stopped in her tracks and tugged at Ji Yao's sleeve.
Ji Yao also stopped and looked at her.
"What's wrong, baby? Did you think of something else you want to do?"
"Mhm."
Ji Jiaxin nodded earnestly, her pale little finger pointing in a certain direction.
"Mommy, that ghost house looks so interesting. Can we go play in the ghost house, please?"
Following the direction of her finger, Ji Yao also saw the ghost house.
The entrance of the ghost house was decorated to resemble a ghastly face with fangs. Inside, not only were there screams, but also some extremely terrifying sounds that made many timid people pass by quickly, without even the courage to glance at it.
But her daughter was truly fearless of heaven and earth, not only unafraid but also wanting to take on the ghost house.
A row of black lines formed on Ji Yao's forehead as she didn't know whether to be amazed by her bravery or to lament the fearlessness of youth, showing interest in everything.