Chapter 327 Be killed?

Jocelyn suddenly held the handrail and her face turned pale. "Mrs. Chou..." She tried to make a sound, but at this moment, the sound was very low, as buzzing as mosquitoes. In the shattered glass of the living room, cold wind was pouring madly into the house. In the night view, she saw a pair of slippers at the door of the kitchen, which were from Mrs. Chou. The figure standing in the kitchen was much taller than Mrs. Chou. It was a man. Her hands began to tremble. She almost frozen on the stairs....