C289 Southeast suburb

"Zhang Mocheng, what's wrong?"

My grandma came forward and supported me as she asked with great concern.

I shook my head. "It's nothing, just this voice …"

"Shu Han, have you heard this voice before?" The mistress turned to Shu Han and asked.

"No, no."

Shu Han held the window frame tightly with both hands, and the broken pieces of the glass on the window frame pierced through Shu Han's palm