After dinner, the sky gradually darkened, and the day was quickly coming to an end.
She had thought she could continue to enjoy her evening reading and browsing the internet, but unexpectedly, someone was knocking at the door.
Xiang Yimo hurriedly lay back on the sickbed, and Zhong Lingling went to open the door.
The person who entered frightened Zhong Lingling; her face turned pale.
Her entire body shuddered, suddenly becoming as frail and powerless as a piece of paper. She shook her head, full of regret for opening the door.
"What brings you here so late?" Zhong Lingling asked coldly.
The visitor was none other than the eldest young master, Xiang Aofeng.
Xiang Aofeng chuckled evilly, and this time, he had a thick rope in his hands.
"I told you, one day you would be mine, my precious. Have you been missing your brother these past few days?" Xiang Aofeng said.
As he entered the room, he kicked the door shut behind him, locking it.