Anya Liang scrambled out of bed and smoothed down the oversized T-shirt from Amy, "Come in!"
Her subordinate came in, frowning, "Come downstairs, the Hall Master wants you."
He wants me to go downstairs?
Feeling anxious, what could he possibly want with her?
The people from Beiming Hall hadn't left Yunling yet; he definitely wouldn't let her off at the moment.
Could it be that he had finally tired of her, or thought she was of no use anymore and wanted to kill her off?
With her heart pounding, she followed her subordinate downstairs and, arriving in front of Si Yuheng, asked nervously, "Is there something you need?"
Si Yuheng gave her a nonchalant glance.
She came downstairs so hurriedly that she didn't change her clothes; at this moment, she wore the smallest size T-shirt from Amy's collection, yet it still looked baggy on her.
