However, darkness was still all she could see!
Not a single figure in sight!
Tang Nuanning was very alert and very afraid.
She could clearly hear a voice but saw no one, and subconsciously, she thought of Apiao... with disheveled hair, a ghastly pale face, floating in mid-air, drifting back and forth.
"Who? Who's calling me?!" She anxiously looked around, squeezing cold sweat from her palms.
All was quiet around her, with no response whatsoever.
Tang Nuanning braced herself fiercely,
"Stop playing ghosts and speak up! Or else I'll call for help!"
The pleasant male voice rang in her ears again,
"Nuanning, Nuanning, as lovely as your name, I like it!"
This time, the voice was closer, yet she still could not see anyone!
Tang Nuanning felt her heart rise to her throat, her entire body's hair standing on end,
"Who are you, really?! Come out and talk!"
The person, as if not hearing her, asked softly,
"Afraid he'll recognize your son?"
Tang Nuanning was startled, "What?!"
