Where Is the Money
編輯: Atlas Studios
In the silent ancestral hall, shadows floated across the room.
Xia Yu already passed out and was unconscious. There was blood on her thin, light-colored shirt. Very soon, it was drenched in blood and blood started dripping on the concrete floor.
Would she die?
Xia Ling was somewhat deep in thought. Before the execution, the leader's words determined her fate. Perhaps Xia Yu would be beaten up here.
She remembered that year when she was in the orphanage. She tried her best to keep Xia Yu alive. It took a lot of hard work, but she managed to ensure Xia Yu's safety. Now, could she easily watch as Xia Yu was beaten to death? What was the pain and persistence of the past for?
Her thoughts were somewhat erratic.