"Daughter? Well, or is he really at home? " Xiao Qing thought and said.

"I hope so!" Xiao Feng sighed and took them straight to the row of houses.

at this time, in the room, cold as snow stared at situ Nan and fell asleep unconsciously, leaving a table of breakfast there steaming hot.

suddenly, a strange voice came, "are you at home, Yaowang?"

it's a man's thick voice. It's cold as snow. It's supposed to be a fake sleep. I woke up immediately after hearing the voice and felt strange.

at first, she thought it was her father, Han Yu, who came back. But after listening carefully, it seems...