"Li Zhaoran?"
Zheng Ming called out the name of the wealthy businessman's son.
There was no response. The little leather shoes slowly retreated into the room and disappeared.
He instinctively felt something was wrong. Quickly, he formed a handprint spell, a vague Fear Shadow flickered behind him, then swiftly hid itself.
Zheng Ming stepped closer to the room, one step at a time.
He wanted to release the Fear Shadow to test, but he worried about harming the businessman's son.
Although the Fear Shadow's physical impact was weak, it still had some effect on children's spirits.
Slam.
Finally, he entered the room.
Inside, a boy in a white tracksuit, about eleven or twelve years old, was standing with his back to him, watching the window.
"Li Zhaoran? What are you looking at?" Although Zheng Ming found the boy, an inexplicable discomfort rose in his heart.
"Grandma."
The boy answered.
