The hot ash landed on his well-defined fingers. The noble and handsome man could barely feel the pain as his slender body stood up from the dark-colored sofa.
He strode over to the French windows and looked in the direction of the man. "What did you just say?"
The man recalled that ever since Xia Tang's death, Third Master had forbidden anyone to mention it in front of him. He had mentioned a taboo word and he felt a little scared. "Third Master, I didn't mean anything else…"
"Where is she?" Huo Third Master's handsome face darkened slightly, and his entire person became incomparably fierce and deep.
The man was stunned for a few seconds. When he realized what Huo Third Master was asking, he quickly looked toward the corner.
"That girl is standing there with some matcha cake…"
Before the man could finish speaking, he realized that the girl was not there. He frowned in confusion.
"She was clearly standing there just now."
