Ji Yunya's cold voice slowly drifted in the night, clearly reaching every pair of ears.
Tao Yuzhu was left speechless.
Huang Jia hurriedly said, "It's Yu Shanshan. If it weren't for her nonsense, how could we have run to the back garden in the cold wind out of concern for Yuzhu? She's definitely the one behind this, where is Yu Shanshan? Bring her to me." Huang Jia instructed the Butler who had rushed over after hearing the news.
"She's here." A cold voice suddenly rang out, piercing the heart like an icicle.
Everyone turned their heads to see a tall and slender figure slowly approaching. The man held a rope in his hand, and as he stepped closer, his handsome and cold face was revealed in the lamplight. The dim night added a few degrees of captivating sternness.
On the other end of the rope, a girl's hands were tied. She stumbled a few steps, her head hanging low, looking extremely disheveled.
