The woman took a sip and spat it into the jar, receiving the napkin handed over by the servant and wiped her mouth, her every move exuding a naturally elegant charm.
The woman stood up, and stepped away from the dining room.
He sat there alone, and the enormous dining room suddenly felt so cold.
"Young Master, the Madam wants me to take you somewhere." Butler Ziyu approached him and said.
The dark basement was filled everywhere with the smell of dampness and decay, nauseatingly revolting.
There was a faint scent of blood lingering in the air.
And those groans, rising and falling, as if they were the wails of vengeful ghosts...
Yun Miao walked with Butler Ziyu, his expression anxious.
Butler Ziyu sighed, arriving at a cell door, where the guard at the entrance saluted respectfully and then opened the cell door.
Yun Miao stood at the cell door but did not step inside.
