This bizarre scene, even if it occurred in broad daylight, sends shivers down one's spine...
After all, a murder has happened, and Xia Yun's inner terror cannot be released. Her hand is trembling incessantly, mirroring the persistent ringing of the phone, causing her heart to gradually sink.
That ringing is exceedingly stubborn; as if she doesn't answer, the caller won't relent.
Cold sweat cascades down Xia Yun's cheeks, layer upon layer, even though it's the height of June's summer. Beneath the scorching sun, she feels no warmth at all.
After a prolonged struggle with fear, she gritted her teeth and pressed the answer button.
"Xia Yun, it's me. I'm at home now. My phone ran out of battery, so I'm using Jin Jiaxin's phone for now."
A casual voice from Ye Shaohua came through the phone.
Only then did Xia Yun exhale a breath of relief, her soul seemed to return to her body. She reached for her forehead, finding her hand covered with cold sweat.
"What do you want with me?"
