An Residence, inner chambers...
Inside the house, it was dead silent.
An Chenyu's expression visibly turned to terror; her first reaction was that her daughter had been possessed by an evil spirit.
Could it be that she had turned into a ghost servant?
After all, such strange abilities, in her impression, could only belong to ghosts.
In the next moment, that terror turned into anger and sadness.
Miss An's almond-shaped eyes turned red, her brows knitted tightly, then she looked at Song Cheng, not to question him... but because, when it came to dealing with such matters, her man was much more professional than she was.
"Song, what's going on?"
Song Cheng immediately understood his wife's worry and beckoned her over.
Miss An sat beside him, looking worryingly at the tiny little girl.
