Who would send a collect delivery package to Wen Mian?
The woman had intended not to leave the house before the music concert.
But this one phone call meant that Wen Mian had to go out.
"Miss Wen, I'm waiting for you downstairs, quickly now."
Wen Mian took a deep breath and hurriedly put on her clothes to go downstairs.
"I'm sorry for the trouble, I'll be right there."
Indeed, waiting for Wen Mian downstairs was the collect delivery package.
But just as Wen Mian signed for it, a shadowy figure flashed by.
The man was covered in blood, his eyes sharp and piercing.
With just a glance, Wen Mian noticed something odd about him.
Subconsciously, Wen Mian wanted to escape.
But it seemed that the man was heading exactly in Wen Mian's direction.
"Don't move!"
In the end, Wen Mian couldn't escape the other's pursuit.
The woman's feet stumbled, her hands clasping into fists in fear.
