Weiwei's sudden appearance, coupled with a sense of inexplicable chill, had Wang Chen completely unprepared and filled with fear.
It wasn't that he was cowardly or slow to react, but everything Weiwei did was just too strange.
There was a distance of six to seven meters from the house door to the pavilion where Wang Chen was.
The path leading there was paved with bluestone.
No matter what kind of shoes one wore, they would normally make some light noise when stepping on it.
Yet, just now Wang Chen hadn't heard the slightest footstep.
It was as if Weiwei had not walked over but rather floated over with her feet off the ground.
Her abrupt appearance in such a condition, coupled with her indifferent scolding and the bloody hand that suddenly appeared on his shoulder, would probably panic anyone on the spot.
After listening to her scolding, Wang Chen's body jerked violently and his face turned pale in an instant.
