The morning in seffield was shrouded in a thick morning mist.
The moment she stepped out of the living room, Murong Mian felt a wave of moisture wash over her.
At this time, the sky was not bright, and the surroundings were foggy. It felt like a mountain surrounded by clouds and fog. The visibility was not high, and it was only about 10 meters.
None of the servants in the house got up. Murong Mian stood there alone, as if she would be swallowed by the thick fog in the next second.
The phone rang again.[I think you should understand that it's better to come alone in this situation.]
Murong Mian laughed coldly. He was indeed a cunning old fox to come to him at this time.
He would drag the person he was looking for until he was exhausted and impatient. He would find the human at four in the morning when he was in deep sleep.
Did she really think that this would work? The people he wanted to kill, the things he wanted to do, no one could stop him.
