Wang Tingting covered her ears, not wanting to hear any sounds around her.
Like an ostrich that encounters danger and buries its head in the ground.
At this moment, a warm coat was draped over her shoulders.
Wang Tingting's stiff body felt warmth, gradually calming down, she carefully lowered her hands and lifted her eyes.
It was a beautiful face.
Wang Tingting remembered her.
She was one of the twins who followed Du Yangming.
With her mature and steady look, it was the elder sister, Liu Yuanyuan.
Liu Yuanyuan, wearing a black business shirt, draped a black suit jacket over Wang Tingting, lowering her gaze submissively and asked:
"Miss, are you alright?"
Wang Tingting was clearly five or six years older than Liu Yuanyuan, yet in front of her, she felt like a child who hadn't grown up.
She wiped her tears:
"I lost my clothes."
Liu Yuanyuan understood well what had happened.
Usually, Du Yangming's Blood Servants would protect Liu Yuanyuan.
