It was at this moment that the sack over Su Zhiruan's head was removed, and she got a full view of her surroundings.
She was now in a large hall, staring at two people in front of her: one with salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a traditional buttoned jacket and leaning on a cane; the other was Lu Ming, the young man who had just cornered her.
When Su Zhiruan retched, these two, as well as Lu Ming's lackeys who were squeezing at the door not daring to come in, and the butler and the cooking auntie on the other side, everyone heard it.
"Scoundrel!!!"
