The car stopped at a farm near the jungle.
It was late at night. Shen Xiaoxiao tightened her coat and looked around.
It was already dark. She used her superior eyesight to look around. This farm was not an ordinary farm. Not only did it not smell like animals, but it was also full of tension and solemnity.
"Two of you, please!"
Shen Xiaoxiao looked at a man who was walking towards her. He was dressed in a black suit and had a burly figure. However, his face was covered by a scar, which was almost the same as 19's wound back then.
As expected, they were brought here on purpose. Yan Kuan held Shen Xiaoxiao's hand. This time, she did not reject him, but slowly walked into the main house with him.
There was nothing in the room except for a sofa. Yan Kuan and Shen Xiaoxiao sat on the sofa on the side when they walked in. They did not feel that there was anything wrong with it.
