"Ling Can?"
Bai Xiao gaped in astonishment.
Ye Weining furrowed her brows, "Mommy, are you scared?"
"No." Bai Xiao snapped back to reality and denied decisively.
In her heart, countless ripples surged as if a stone had been thrown into it.
How could Ah Can know about the fragrant scale snake? Could he be infatuated with the fragrance like Ling Mohan?
At the beginning of May, early summer, the weather was so pleasant, yet Bai Xiao shivered severely in her own home, a chill enveloping her heart.
Li Tianyi, no matter how foolish, sensed it. He blinked in terror. Could Aunt Bai also recognize the demon?
Oh heavens, has the world become surreal?
"Ah Ning, why didn't you tell me about this when you came back?" Bai Xiao angrily went to pinch Ye Weining's ear, but her hand slid down to her face, pinching her pretendingly.
"I told Daddy." Ye Weining said.
