In the basement, the cold cry broke her throat and nobody paid attention to her. The damp air kept pouring into her throat, ruining her throat with the smell of blood. Even so, she refused to swear.

Under surveillance, the woman stared at the domineering ice with a disdainful smile. "She's Hong Meng's little lady. Are you sure you didn't catch the wrong person?"

"The subordinates dare to use their heads to guarantee that they can see Lin Xi to preserve her into Caiyun Xianxia with their own eyes."

The woman writhed her neck. It was rumored that the little lady in the cold house knew how to read and...