Xia Ningxing abruptly woke up from her nightmare, drenched in a cold sweat.
Sitting up in bed, she gasped for air, infinitely relieved that it had been just a dream; otherwise, she would have surely torn the culprit to pieces.
Although it had been just a false alarm, Xia Ningxing found herself unable to fall asleep again.
She even faintly heard some rustling noises coming from downstairs.
Due to the strange power within her, Xia Ningxing's hearing was many times more sensitive than that of an ordinary person.
Could it be a thief?
Xia Ningxing's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes instantly vigilant, she quickly flipped the blanket aside and tiptoed downstairs without making a sound.
Meanwhile.
Behind the eaves of Xia Ningxing's home, Old Mrs. Xia hobbled along with a cane, accompanied by Uncle Xia.
In his hand, he carried a bottle of gasoline.
"Mom, are we really going to do this?" Uncle Xia swallowed nervously with fright.
