The resentment and chaos in Shen Weiyi's heart were overshadowed by a great panic. She looked at Song Jingyuan, who was lying motionless, and her pale lips began to tremble.
Lin Chu, who reacted first, widened her eyes and moved her stiff legs, "Mom!"
She wanted to go downstairs, but Shen Weiyi grabbed her arm, coldly and anxiously rebuking, "Shen Weiyi, are you crazy?"
Before she could shake off the hand clamped on her arm, her body was pushed backward.
In the next second, Shen Weiyi, who had been standing there, looked at Lin Chu and let out a cold, sharp scream, "Ah!"
Then, she released Lin Chu's arm, closed her eyes, and fell backward.
In that brief second, Shen Weiyi thought, she really was crazy.
Lin Chu's hand was lifted into the air, a reflexive reaction, as she tried to pull Shen Weiyi back.
Hearing the commotion, the servants rushed from different locations to the living room and, seeing Song Jingyuan and Shen Weiyi lying on the floor, became flustered and chaotic.
