Crimson blood seeped out from Li Che's throat.
A line of blood appeared on his neck, if it was just a tad bit deeper, it would have cut open his windpipe.
Li Che touched his neck, saw his hand smeared with fresh blood, became icy cold all over, tried to scream but found out that, not only could he not raise his voice, he couldn't even twitch a finger.
This wasn't just happening to him, Guo Jiaojiao, Xue Man, and Sun Yunining were also paralyzed, unable to speak, their eyes filled with terror, they could only sit still.
They simply could not understand what was happening.
Tessa tried to stand up but was pulled back down by Yan Ziwei.
"Let your Michael handle his business, we will continue to chat. Continue telling mom about the things that happened when you were kids."
Yan Ziwei patted Tessa's hand, as she listened to them talk about their childhood, she felt nothing but heartache.