Zhao Lingling at this moment was completely different from the haughty little rich girl she used to be. Her once fair and tender skin was now gone, her entire body covered in chilling frostbite, a swath of red so terrifying to behold. Her face was pale, the skin around her eyes darkened, her hair wild like dead grass, and her whole figure was emaciated beyond recognition. But what felt the coldest of all were her disturbing eyes, twisted, empty, and strange, which looked very frightening.
"Where are you going..." Zhao Lingling lowered her head and asked softly once again.
"Leng Leng, daddy and mommy are just tidying up the house a bit," Zhao Jinbao gave Wang Lan a look and said very kindly to Zhao Lingling, "This house has bad vibes, so mommy and daddy plan to clean up and move you to a new house."
