Miss, have been concerned about you!

**

"She, you can move, too?"

Sen's cold voice spread out, with a heavy voice. Everyone looked at the door. A man with a silver mask on his face stood at the door. Behind him, there were many people with guns of various types, each with silencers.

Suddenly, people made the house more swordful, Xia Yimo's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he had no idea how to react to such a situation.

Ling smiled and frowned slightly. She looked at the man wearing a silver mask at the door. First, she was a little surprised. Then, an inexplicable sense of familiarity...