After floating around the imperial palace for a good while, Everly was finally pushed into a dark and cold room. Under the dim candlelight, Lennox's pale face seemed to be focused on the letter in his hand. His pupils moved smoothly across the paper as his eyelashes leisurely bated from time to time.
Once he was done reading its content, Lennox put the letter in his desk drawer. He turned to look at the dumbfounded Everly, ignoring her uncertain gaze, Lennox asked helplessly.
" Why are you lifting the roof tiles after not getting beaten for three days? Although you do have black history, you still used to be quiet and obedient most of the time. But I suddenly received a report of how you screwed up with random people and set the kitchen on fire. Seriously, What is going on in that monkey head of yours these recent days? "
