"This is..." Jiao Xinlei looked at the palm print and felt a chill in her heart.
"What do you think caused her to suddenly fall over before?" Wen Wen put away his dagger, the palm print on her leg confirming the suspicions in his mind.
Jiao Xinlei asked doubtfully, "You mean someone grabbed her and pulled her down? But I didn't see anything just now."
Jiang Wenyue bent her leg and buried her head in her thigh, shivering slightly. After what Wen Wen had said, she was beginning to understand what had happened.
"Let's go to your house together, I'm even more curious about this matter now."
Wen Wen's mouth curved into a smile. There was something wrong with Jiang Wenyue's house, but it definitely wasn't just that one dog.
"Should we go back? I don't want to..." Jiang Wenyue shook her head. To her, that house was too terrifying.