Chương 1697: Tenshou’s Mole

In a secret conference room in Saint Duke Palace.

A beautiful woman slouched lazily on the table.

She had a flawless face, so beautiful that words were inadequate to describe her.

But her dark glistening eyes were void of any vivacity, looking as if she had lost her zeal for life.

"Little Red, how do you think Xiaobei is doing?" The girl mumbled.

The 'Little Red' she was talking to was not human but a red spider the size of a broad bean.

"I already told you a million times! I am not Little Red! I am Crimson Wolf Spider! You never listen! Now I'm angry!" The little spider made angry gestures. 

But the girl did not understand zoolingualism. "Little Red, where do you think Chen Xiaobei is? What is he doing? Do you think he's angry because I haven't contacted him for so long? Or maybe he's forgotten me?"