C59 Who Asked You to Come to My House

I looked at his hand and there was nothing wrong with it. I was relieved, but he was still like a wooden man. He stood in the middle of the door and did not say anything. His eyes were fixed on me, and he knew that he was looking at me so coldly that I felt a chill on my back. It was as if I was being stared at by a ghost, and in the end, I was speechless