A Miao did not know if it was a coincidence that she was now living in Shen Xinglan's pseudo-classical villa. Below her room was precisely the place she had her meal the first time she came to the villa.

"Sigh…" Lying on a bed with a frame carved out of an unknown type of wood, A Miao rolled around a little before burying herself inside the quilt.

She had never once thought she would one day live here. If she stepped out and walked straight to the end of the corridor, she ...