"Hello, may I ask if you are Xiao Shu?" The lady smiled sweetly. Her voice was extremely pleasant to listen to, like pearls dropping onto a jade plate.
"Well, who are you?"
Xiao Shu nodded his head in a daze. He carefully observed the woman's face and suddenly felt a familiar feeling in his heart. It was as though he had seen her somewhere before.
The woman's mouth opened slightly. When she was about to speak, a crisp and melodious cry suddenly sounded in the room...
"Sister Hongyan, why are you here?"
As his voice faded away, Wen Jing, who had been squeezed to the end, jumped up and waved at the woman with all her might.
When Yang Liu left Lonely Mountain, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Liu began to meditate quietly according
