The more Sheng An'ning thought about it, the creepier she felt. She sat on the stool, her face looking even uglier.
Seeing Sheng An'ning like this, Luo Xiuxiu couldn't help but ask with concern, "An'ning, what's wrong?"
Sheng An'ning raised her beautiful face and smiled weakly at Luo Xiuxiu. Her palm-sized face was devoid of any color, so weak that she couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"Grandmother, my head hurts."
Luo Xiuxiu frowned when she saw Sheng An'ning's discomfort. She then suggested to Jiang Xuecheng.
"Xuecheng, what's so important that you have to say it now? An'ning isn't feeling well. Let her rest first."
Jiang Xuecheng sneered when he saw Luo Xiuxiu's pained expression.
"She's the main character. Of course, she can't leave."
Jiang Xuecheng's voice was neither loud nor soft, but everyone present could hear the sarcasm in his voice. Soon, everyone realized that something was not right.
