"Could something have happened?"
Chen Xu'an stared at the phone screen, his face looking even grimmer.
The other members of the Chen Family glanced at each other, and the sound of whispered discussions gradually spread.
Lin Chuqiao's eyes flickered slightly, and she lightly coughed to draw everyone's attention.
She then pressed her fingertips together, muttering calculations like she was divining some mysterious hexagram.
Her breathing became gentle and slow, as she entered a profoundly mystic state.
Moments later, she suddenly opened her eyes, her expression changed slightly, and she spoke urgently:
"Not good, Chen Qiming might have a blood omen, and… it seems related to that Evil Spirit!"
"What?!"
Chen Xu'an was taken aback, almost blurting out.
Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly and asked immediately:
"Where is he now?"
"I… don't know."
Cold sweat broke out on Chen Xu'an's forehead, his voice a bit trembling:
