Right now, they began to pop their heads up and saw the floor above them. Ning Xueyan was pointing at a private room, whose door was half-open so that they could hear Ya Moqin's sarcasm. Her voice was loud as if she was talking about something, but they could not hear it clearly.

They could see that there was a male figure in a gorgeous robe standing at the door of the private room. He seemed to eavesdrop on what was being said inside. They could only see his back, so they did ...