Xie Jie pursed his thin lips and slowly walked to Ahya's side, dropping his eyes to gaze at the awkward piece of embroidery.

He spoke slowly, no emotion could be heard in his voice: "Why do you have the leisure to embroider these today?"

Before entering the house, Xie Jie's mood was actually somber for a few moments.

The He family decided that he died in the assassination at the festival, and acted without any scruples. In order to clear out the ...