“Yes.” The butler nodded repeatedly, picked up the walkie-talkie and called to the guard at the door, “Don’t stop it, let me send Miss Nian back…”
Before the housekeeper’s voice fell, a hand suddenly stretched out behind him and took his walkie-talkie away.
“Wait.”
Chase took the walkie-talkie and walked quickly toward the gate of the yard while talking.
It’s the girl, the girl in white clothes with ponytails.
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