My Lady Ghost.

The city at midnight is always full of mystery and weirdness. The street lights dimly illuminated the deserted streets, and occasionally a few cars passed by, leaving behind a long string of taillights. Zhang Xiaoming stood on the street corner, waiting for the taxi to arrive. He had just finished a day's work and was exhausted. Working overtime until late at night just for that meager salary. He looked at his watch. It was almost one o'clock in the morning. At this time, the buses had already stopped running, so we had to take a taxi home. Finally, a taxi stopped in front of him. The driver was a middle-aged man with a tired expression on his face. Zhang Xiaoming got into the car and told the driver his address. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.