The paper of the two notes was the same, and if someone compared them in detail, he would find that they were torn from the same piece of paper, and the only difference between them was that one had a name on it, and another one did not have.

The crumpled note was broken, but they could vaguely recognize the words 'Third Young Lady of the Nings'.

Ao Mingyu combined the two notes together and stood in the pavilion with his hands clasped behind his back. He looked ...