After leaving the bumper car area, Jiang Sifan glanced at the haunted house in the distance and suddenly got an idea.
"Wen Wan, how about we go check out the haunted house?" he said, pointing in its direction.
Wen Wan followed his pointing finger, and the color instantly drained from her face.
She quickly shook her head, saying fearfully, "Class President, I... I'm too scared to go into a haunted house..."
Seeing how scared she looked, Jiang Sifan couldn't help but laugh.
He remembered the last time he brought He Lingyi here. That girl had insisted she wasn't afraid at first, but in the end, she was just like Wen Wan—scared out of her wits.
"We came all this way; it'd be a shame not to experience it," Jiang Sifan coaxed. "Don't worry, I'm here."
Wen Wan looked up at him, her eyes filled with hesitation.
Her lips parted as if to say something, but she swallowed her words.
