The two quickened their pace, and Lun Wenbin approached them, asking in a low voice, "What happened?"
Qin Ruan shook her head at him, her small face solemn and serious.
Looking into her eyes, filled with a profound cold light, the already anxious Xu Enhao's face turned even paler.
He went over to Xia Yunchen, the worry evident in his voice, "Yunchen, are you okay?"
The latter frowned, "I'm fine."
Xia Yunchen's face was taut. He had been surrounded by a cold feeling earlier, which had given him chills.
Now that the cold sensation had disappeared, he began to doubt whether what had happened was real.
Always ready to worry about something, was the little girl intentionally creating a spooky atmosphere?
The four people strode forward and quickly entered the mansion's living room.
Qin Ruan fell one step behind and closed the door herself.
No one saw that the moment the door closed completely, a golden light extended from her hand.
