Time trickled by, the seconds ticking away, as Feng Xuxu was absorbed in embroidering clothes in her space, unaware that outside, Xiao Chen arrived at her chamber but found no trace of her. "Speak, what's going on, where is she?"
Yingsu and Baihe were also very perplexed; they clearly saw the young miss enter the room, so how could she have disappeared when they hadn't left and had been guarding the door all along?
Thud... Xiao Chen, furious, smashed a table and glared at the two people in front of him. Then, with a raise of his hand, Yingsu was drawn to him as if a magnet had attracted iron.
Xiao Chen, clutching Yingsu's throat, demanded, "Speak, where is she?" His crimson eyes bore into her like he was staring down a dead person.
"Master... Master... Master... Cough cough... I really don't know... Just now, I saw her enter with my own eyes," Yingsu sputtered, her little face turning purplish-red from the strain.