"I'm not going."
Tan Ying had barely finished her sentence when Fu Qian showed his refusal directly.
"Why?"
It was evident that although Tan Ying was somewhat prepared for a refusal, she was still taken aback by the degree of decisiveness.
"Not interested."
Fu Qian's expression was unchanged.
In the face of such self-confined establishments as haunted houses, he had little interest even as a child.
Moreover, most businesses lack imagination and simply splatter blood everywhere.
And now?
As a veteran driver who had been through numerous battles, he was already aesthetically fatigued.
The scenes tediously arranged by the merchants had less visual impact than one of his own skills.
Visiting such places felt like watching a low-quality action movie. Hence, Fu Qian's refusal was quite straightforward.
...
Given Fu Qian's posture, the atmosphere undoubtedly became somewhat tense for a while.