"Brother," the person murmured, "do you really not want to see me?"
Listening to that voice, Meng Xi'er's breath hitched slightly.
She recognised it as Du Xiaorong's voice.
But at this moment, she couldn't imagine the tender, sweet, and cute Du Xiaorong she knew speaking in such a tone.
"Do you know where I am right now?" Du Xiaorong's voice became softer and more enticing, sweetly smothering, like a seductive snake, "I'm right next to the one you hold dear, aren't you afraid of what I might do to her?"
The threat voiced in such a cloyingly sweet manner was almost like a lover's coquettish whimpering.
Meng Xi'er leaned against the wall. She glanced down at her damaged wolf-proof device, a chill creeping over her.
The Du Xiaorong she used to see, the real Du Xiaorong, perhaps, was completely different...
Yet what grudge could she possibly have against her to sabotage her wolf-proof device?
