"I'm just curious. I just went in to take a look. You can call and ask sir."
The gatekeeper did not hesitate and made the call very seriously.
After a while, the door opened.
"Ms. Bei, you only have ten minutes."
"good."
Song Xiang stood back and watched the woman walk into the room.
She was wearing a crescent-colored cheongsam, with a graceful and tall figure. She came in wearing high heels. She was about 1.7 meters tall. She had long blond hair and deep pupils. At first glance, she was not purely Asian, but every move she made was very gentle.
She doesn't look like a girl in her early twenties, but there are no traces of time, so she probably can't be older.
"Don't be afraid, we don't mean any harm."
She helped Song Xiang sit down on the sofa and looked Song Xiang up and down.
"Xiao Yan has really good eyesight."
Her name is Yan Han, Xiao Yan? Is she Yan Han’s elder?
Song Xiang twitched his lips and became more serious, "I'm sorry, are you...?"
The woman brushed away the broken hair from her ears with one hand and smiled shyly, "You can call me Auntie Bei, or just call me my English name - bella."
If she didn't tell her her identity directly, Song Xiang would be even more confused and couldn't answer the questions easily.
While there was silence, the other party took Song Xiang's hand again.
"Stay here for now, and when Xiao Yan solves the problem, you can always be together."
What's the meaning?
Talking inexplicably.
Song Xiang was most annoyed by this kind of coquettishness, so she pursed her lips and took her hand back.
The woman still stared at her, and after a while she said, "I can't stay any longer. If there is any movement over Xiao Yan, I will tell you."
Song Xiang really wants to say, why don't you tell me who you are first?
"We don't have much time, so I won't stay any longer."
The other party said nothing, patted Song Xiang's hand, stood up and went out. Before leaving, he told the people outside the door to give Song Xiang some food.
As soon as she finished speaking, the door to the room was closed.
What follows is endless silence and waiting.
The day passed until the sky outside the window darkened.
On the way, someone came in and brought food to Song Xiang. Apart from this little movement, there was no sound outside.
It was quiet at night, and even the occasional voice of the guard was gone.
Song Xiang is lying on the big bed, unable to sleep. There is no communication at all. She can't even report that she is safe now.
The music box was still in my pocket, so I took it out and listened to it, and my heart felt inexplicably peaceful.
Gou Yanhan always bullied her more than anyone else, but now she's fine, and she hasn't even appeared all day and night.
With this thought in my mind, I became even more depressed.
If you can't find any traces of Yan Han, you can imagine the power of the other party.
We may really be in trouble this time.
Just as I was thinking about it, a shout suddenly came from outside.
Song Xiang got up from the bed in a hurry, walked slowly to the door, and turned the door handle.
It actually turned!
She blinked and tried to open the door.
There was no one at the door, it was dark, and there were faint sounds coming from the end of the corridor.
Song Xiang took a breath and carefully walked out of the door.
The corridor is too long, and the moonlight falling from the rose window on the top can only vaguely illuminate part of the way.
She walked tiptoeing over, and when she reached the end, she just entered the main building. As she went up the spiral staircase, the sound became louder.
"Yan Zhicheng! You bastard... ugh..."
"Are you still running?"
"Fuck you! I'll bite you to death! Let go!"
Intermittent sound, but very clear.
Song Xiang only listened for a few seconds, and immediately realized what the sound was, and ran back with a red face.