Tang Zhongwei looked into Yu Xia's eyes and felt her blood run cold, "I don't understand what you mean." Tang Zhongwei said dryly.
"Forgotten? Are you sure you can't remember anything? Can't you recall what you've done since you came to this house? Now that things have come to this, will you voluntarily confess, or shall I remind you?" Yu Xia spoke for so long, she felt a bit tired, and her eyes didn't stay as wide open as before, but her words caught others' attention, so no one noticed her fatigue, though Yu Xia didn't mind.
"Xiaxia, what do you mean by this?"
"What do you mean by saying this?"
Lin Mengyao's voice sounded simultaneously with Tang Zhongwei's.
