Fang Renran's eyes were bloodshot. She stared, her gaze so furious it looked as if her eyes would split. Terrified, her legs trembled, and she stumbled backward. Her palms hit the cold ground, and she instinctively scrambled away.
"You…"
Shen Lang casually crushed the golden-finger System, then dusted the white powder from her sleeve. She gave Fang Renran a chilling look.
"…What's the matter? Scared?"
Fang Renran's lips trembled. She tried to take a deep breath, but the roiling emotions in her chest nearly suffocated her.
Her gaze flickered wildly, her eyelashes fluttering in terror. 'I have to run,' she thought. 'I have to get away, get out of this woman's sight!'
"…Miss Fang," Shen Lang sighed softly. Her tone was so gentle it could have melted ice, tinged with the cheer of a spring day. "How could you possibly think you could escape? I'm starting to suspect that thing on your neck is a tumor, not a head."
