"Buzz --" The phone in Monroe's pocket suddenly shook. She picked it up and saw that it was the security guard who was sent to the Taoist Pavilion.

Jiang Xiaoyu was standing next to her, choosing pastries. Everything was delicate and she wanted to have a taste of them.

"Okay, I see." Menglu listened to the news from the other end of the phone and hung up with a serious expression.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Xiaoyu seldom saw Menglu in such a hurry.

Menglu thought for a moment, took Jiang Xiaoyu's hand and said, "Don't run around, I'll come back later. There seems to be an ambush outside, because the people...