Qin Liuxi entered without an invitation, with Mrs. Zhou barely having time to hastily follow.
Qi Qian was somewhat astonished; he had clearly heard Qin Liuxi's soft murmur, "an air of resentful evil spirits?"
"This room is so cold, it smells so bad," Ding Suman muttered, clinging closely to Old Mrs. Ding's side, unconsciously rubbing her arms.
Old Mrs. Ding furrowed her brows as well, touching the Buddha Beads on her wrist. Somehow, upon entering this room, she felt completely uncomfortable and just wanted to turn around and leave.
Qin Liuxi, undisturbed by the cold aura of the room, as if already knowing the inner part, headed straight for the bedroom upon entry. Her fingers formed a mantra, her lips slightly moved, and the spell spilled from her lips.
Entering the bedroom, she stopped in her tracks, raising an eyebrow.
"Upon waking, did your husband mention anything?" Qin Liuxi asked Mrs. Zhou who followed behind.
