Xiaochengcheng sensed this and shrieked, "Stay away from me! There's something about you I don't like. If you come any closer, I'm going to have to get rough!"
"Alright, I'll stay right here. I won't take another step forward." Zhao Yuan stopped, just as he said he would.
Xiaochengcheng breathed a sigh of relief.
His keen intuition told him that the man before him was not like ordinary people. An aura emanated from him, one that felt dangerous and unsettling. He wanted to get away from Zhao Yuan—the farther, the better.
Xiaochengcheng wanted to back away, but he was already cowering in the corner. There was nowhere left to retreat.
Zhao Yuan chuckled in spite of himself and shook his head. "Don't be nervous. I don't mean you any harm. I just want to discuss something with you."
"What is it?" Xiaochengcheng asked.
Zhao Yuan's smile vanished, his expression turning serious. "Leave your mother's body. What you're doing..."
