"The servants in the house said it was because of something with a guilty conscience."
Wu Kangkang knew he had guessed part of it.
"Okay, I got it." He replied to Little Mobao with a text message.
It seemed he still had to pay more attention to Chu Youxuan!
On Little Ximi's end, he was just about to put down his phone when Celia saw it.
"Little Ximi, who are you contacting?"
She leaned over and just happened to see the message Wu Kangkang sent to Little Ximi.
"This is..."
"Wu Kangkang's." Little Ximi spoke. "He's asking me what it means when blood is dripped onto a green stone."
"Ah?" Celia looked up in the direction of Chen Ming, her eyes filled with confusion. She had always been clueless about these things.
However, Chen Ming's face turned grim when he heard about it, as he had been in the industry for a long time. There was nothing demonic or ghostly, no trick for fame he hadn't seen or heard.
"Don't be curious about this."
Celia: "..."
Little Ximi: "..."
"Okay."