Shenlian Yingyue was flabbergasted. What was this?
When she arrived in the living room, she saw many people. All of them were strangers, but among those unfamiliar figures who she didn't know, she saw several of her acquaintances.
Huang Bai Xing, Sikong Wenxia, and Wang Pei Zhi.
Wang Pei Zhi didn't dare to speak. His eyes were telling Shenlian Yingyue to keep quiet.
He was dragged here by Dongfang Moqing.
Huang Bai Xing leaned leisurely on the couch as she crossed her legs beautifully.
Sikong Wenxia was playing with the knife in his hand like a psycho, and he lowered his head. Next to him stood a man with a mask.
Next to them, a charming woman with her two colored-eyes was leaning on the sofa with her seductive posture. Her face was similar to Dongfang Moqing; she was Dongfang Moli.
