Upon seeing the marble on the little girl's neck, a hint of excitement flashed in Lin Xingchen's eyes. However, when he faced Lin Menglan, he pushed her away, "What marble? I have no idea what this is, you've got the wrong person."
Even though Lin Xingchen's expression was very cold, Jiang Peihuan caught the flicker of excitement in his eyes.
Glancing at the marble on Lin Menglan's neck, Jiang Peihuan recognized it as a toy beloved by children.
From this, Jiang Peihuan guessed that Lin Menglan and Lin Xingchen must have had a good relationship when they were young.
But Lin Menglan didn't know Lin Xingchen's thoughts. Hearing his emotionless words, the little girl's eyes were filled with sadness.
Just as she was about to say something, the door was suddenly pushed open.
All the people who had been captured earlier shrank back in fear. Two men walked in, one with a cold aura all over him, the other with a lecherous look.