Lin Haoran wanted to struggle against the little ghost's teasing, but his limbs were grabbed and yanked about like noodles, leaving him with no strength to resist. He could only sway along with the little ghost as it pushed him on a swing.,Because this Hao Ran is not that Hao Ran, he... comes from the 21st century where wild connections are as commonplace as dinner.,It wasn't because the sky was getting dark, but he...his stomach rumbled again.。