Sitting in the car, Su Xiaoxiao's face is cold and ugly. Gao Lei looks at her mother with a pale face through the rearview mirror, and worries flash in her eyes.

"Gao Lei, what can I say?" Gao Lei's vision is too obvious.

"little master, master and son?" Gao Lei hesitated.

"resting." Su Xiaoxiao thought of it, and her face became more ugly. "Today, in a single old house, the old man took out a CD-ROM, which was the splicing of some videos that we experienced that day. The videos showed the corridor situation of the room where we had promised to be held at that time. The ending process...