"I don't know!" Floyd Wilkinson flatly denied, a hint of panic in his eyes, avoiding eye contact. "I only saw it from a distance, I didn't get close!"

"Really?" My brother scoffed, his eyes filled with blatant suspicion. "Don't forget, there are surveillance cameras around the apartment."

This made Floyd Wilkinson even more flustered. He turned his head towards the distance, his gaze landing on Priscilla Bates.

Panic finally appeared in Priscilla Bates' eyes too, but she was shameless enough to say, "Auntie, brother, Floyd and I are truly in love. Please, don't make him have a ghost marriage with a dead person!"

With that, she knelt directly in front...