Since there was only this room on the second floor here, Wa Zicong quickly closed the door. Lin Yishan inside the room was already dumbfounded, standing there like a wooden figure, unable to move. When Wa Zicong climbed onto the windowsill, preparing to jump from the second floor, she only then remembered, reaching out to grab him, not letting him leave.
The door, with a creak, opened, and a gust of black wind swept in.
Lin Yishan let out a sharp scream as the shadow pounced on her, effortlessly clamping its fingers around her frail neck.
"No, don't kill me—" Lin Yishan's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, "Wait, you guys, I know you, have you forgotten? Before, you cooperated with Robbie, it was I who made the introduction, I'm one of yours."
Because Wa Zicong was unable to leave, held back by her, when the masked man entered, he could only helplessly come down from the windowsill, interlacing his hands behind his head, listening to what Lin Yishan was saying.
