Su Xiaoxiao paused and subconsciously looked at him.
The house was too dark for her to see her fingers. She could not see the other party's appearance clearly, but she vaguely sensed a familiar aura.
She had entered from outside the house. The other party should have seen her clearly. Since the other party did not attack immediately, there was still room for negotiation.
Su Xiaoxiao calmed down and turned on the light as usual.
The light of the oil lamp landed on the other party's handsome face.
Su Xiaoxiao said calmly, "So it's Your Highness."
As she spoke, she glanced at the little maidservant who had fallen on her feet.
The little maidservant was still breathing evenly. She had probably just fainted.
She looked at the canopy curtain again. The breathing of the three little fellows came one after another, but there was nothing unusual.
King Nanyang took in her vigilance and smiled.
His smile was cold and chilling.
