Muchudi was brought back to the real room 505 in Nanshan.

Sitting in a chair, listening to Huo Miao's voice on the radio, Mu Chudi became more and more guilty.

clicks and the door opens.

The room throws a ray of light, and the slender shadow is reflected on the ground.

Mu Chudi, looking down, stood up conditionally.

Hawthorne was against the light, his haughty face was obscure, his dark eyes were cold, and the room seemed to be in the snow and ice.

Mu Chudi knew she was bad. She paced forward a few steps, bowed her head and apologized. "Sorry, Mr. Huo, I'm bad again."

A soft voice...