“Damn it.”
This is Zong Wenxuan’s voice: “Is Yun Qiyue’s room we investigated a few days ago without curtains?”
“Not necessarily, he took Zong Wenjia to go, it seems that it is not a study… bad!”
I didn’t know what I thought of, and the voice of the strong wind was a little anxious: “Wen Jia, you are steady, you can retreat despite the retreat. I suspect that this old thing may have noticed something.”
The dark place where the gale should be now, the voice is louder, but the anxiety cannot be concealed.
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