Wei Anning had never engaged in something as thrilling as stalking before, and now she was so nervous she thought she might faint. What if they dragged her out and threw her into the sea to feed the sharks, like in the movies?
As her mind raced with wild thoughts, there wasn't a sound from outside. Her legs had gone numb from crouching, so she carefully peeked out to see the stone-paved path devoid of Butler and Leng Youchen's figures.
She stood up, walked to the middle of the path, and frowned at the long stone path stretching ahead of her. Stomping her foot in anger, she scolded herself.
Wei Anning, are you a pig? How could you lose track of someone!
She stood still for a moment, then turned and headed back to the mansion.
As she entered the living room, she smelled something scorched coming from the kitchen. Her heart skipped a beat, Oh no, my porridge!
