An hour later, ruan Mengmeng appeared on the second floor of family Jing's Villa.
Jing Yichen's room was on the third floor of the villa.
The entire third floor belonged to him alone. He closed the heavy door at the entrance of the stairs, and the entire third floor became a room of its own, with no one able to enter.
Fatty Jing stood beside ruan Mengmeng and sighed. "Sigh, look, Yingluo, other than my old Butler, my brother doesn't let anyone in. However, the mouth of my family's butler is very tight. He didn't say a word about what my brother told him to do or say. I couldn't open his mouth at all. I only know that he often sneaks things into big brother's house in the middle of the night, but no one knows exactly what he has sent."
"It's just some cloth." Just then, ye Lingxi, who had been standing silently behind fatty Jing, suddenly spoke.
