The three hottest days of the year are right now. It's stifling without a working fan, and Zheng Xiulan, wearing a sleeveless top, is sweating profusely. Her clothes are already soaked through with perspiration.,She was still a beautiful ghost, Xu Fang yi le. Then his heart skipped a beat. What kind of ghost existed in this world Could it be a human,Upon hearing Xu Fang's words, Zheng Xiulan finally understood.。