"Hiss!" Jiang Wan drew in a sharp breath, unable to restrain her body from trembling uncontrollably.
Standing beside her, Xiang Xiao and Song Yuwei were also staring at Jiang Wan with shocked expressions, because wisps of cold air had already begun to emanate from her body, and both could even feel a touch of coldness.
"Madam Jiang, this will last for half an hour! Hold on!" Qin Han said indifferently.
Jiang Wan's lips had already started to turn a bit purple and she was unable to reply to Qin Han's words.
Qin Han frowned and asked Song Yuwei, "Yuwei, tell me, what color is Madam Jiang's face?"
"Madam Jiang's face is frighteningly pale, completely devoid of color!" Hearing this, Song Yuwei took a careful look at Jiang Wan's face and had just finished speaking when she let out a startled cry, "Ah!"
"What's wrong?" Qin Han asked, furrowing his brows.
Song Yuwei replied anxiously, "Honey, there's frost forming on Madam Jiang's face. Isn't this dangerous?"