Chapter 51

"Nothing, just a little ...... well, a little uncomfortable." Cheng Lydia didn't want to waste his time, as it were, she collected plus hand to avoid the weight and said.

Shen Ron, however, flipped her collar open with his hand.

Several nail-poked wounds on the back of her white, delicate neck appeared in plain view to his eyes, wounds that were no more than half a day old at first glance.

A bad feeling hit him and he instinctively asked, "What's going on?"

Despite the question, Shen Ron had already guessed what was probably going on, and he surreptitiously lifted his hands for a closer look, and saw a few traces of blood still under his fingernails. He hadn't even noticed it on the way from the airport, nor had he noticed it when he was washing his hands in the suite.

"Why don't you say it?" Shen Ron asked again, his tone much colder.