Xiao'ai was so scared that she didn't make a sound. She nervously said, "Sister Zhuangzhuang, I'm worried that the person who sent people to investigate was Seventh Master."
"No matter who it is, you remember this, we have nothing to do with this matter."
La Zhuangzhuang hung up the phone, agitated, and turned her head to look at the Banshan Villa hidden among the mountains and forests. With great reluctance, she withdrew her gaze, started the car again, and hurried to the press conference.
Yan Luoxi returned to her room with troubles that came from nowhere. Could it really be the misfortune caused by her supposed unlucky year?
After a while, someone pushed the door open and Li Yeqi entered with a set of clothes. "Change into these clothes. There will be a nanny from a domestic service company coming over for an interview later. Go see if there's anyone you like and have them stay to take care of you."
