Standing at the door of the room, Mo Roulan was still completely as she looked at the figure in the corner of the room.
If she had not noticed carefully then she might not have noticed it because of how dark the room was.
She couldn't see the figure's face but she could see the long black hair.
From her petite frame and her hair, it looked like she was a woman.
Another woman was locked here just like her.
Did it mean that He Zhing and He Juan ….
Mo Roulan felt her body going cold and her throat going dry. She stepped inside the room slowly.
The figure was not moving at all.
"Hi…"
She whispered softly trying to attract the woman's attention but when the woman suddenly started whimpering at her voice, Mo Roulan's eyes went wide with panic.
"Are…you alright?"
She asked breathlessly. Whatever she was seeing was too much for her.
