Meizi pushed open the door and put the pen back into the pencil holder. She loosened her hand. The pencil cracked in the middle. Then she snapped it off the table. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just wanted to ask what happened to Night Brother. I don't know what happened to your front desk."

Mouling Butterfly looked at Wei Meimei worriedly. She hesitated for a moment about which side to help.

"What did you hear?"

"I've heard what I should hear, and I've heard what I shouldn't hear. Are you going to kill me?"

Mouling butterfly head Weng's voice, she turned to Wei Meimei and said: "Beauty, you do...