Liu Qianfang frowned: "Suzhu!"
She turned her gaze to the three people inside the room.
"Who are you, kidnapping my daughter, what do you want?"
The person she was fighting was a masked man.
His eyes were cold, and he directly shut the door.
Among the other two people, a woman was sitting at the table sipping tea, wearing a peony red dress.
The other man, about two meters tall, stood like a small mountain behind the woman in red, silently and fiercely staring at Liu Qianfang.
"You are Liu Qianfang, right? I heard you sought help from the Yanyu Building's Tower Master to deal with the little princess?"
The woman in red held a teacup in her slender fingers, smiling with eyes narrowed like those of a fox.
Liu Qianfang looked at them warily: "Yes, so what?"
The woman in red cheerfully put down the teacup: "That's right, we're looking for you."
She stood up, her gaze on Liu Qianfang like a snake hissing with a flickering tongue.
Cold, ruthless, even with a hint of a smile.
