"Little sister, don't be afraid, we won't hurt you."

Song Rushuang blinked her bright eyes and bit her lip as she said, "Big Brother, Xiao Qi is not afraid."

Her voice is crisp and very cute.

Both soldiers liked her very much.

After a while, they reached the sixth floor.

The decoration here is a bit simpler.

But there was an air of majesty everywhere.

I think the person who lives here should be the real owner of this place.

Maybe he is the father that the beautiful aunt mentioned.

Even now, Song Rushuang is still confused.

Even if she racked her brains, she really couldn't figure out what connection she had with such a family.

Even if it was because of that little boy.

She didn't do anything either.

So, from Song Rushuang's point of view, she really couldn't understand.

Why was she left here?

The door opened.

The two soldiers behind her whispered to her, "Little sister, just go in and wait."

The room had a pleasant bamboo scent and was spacious and bright, not looking like a small dark room.

Song Rushuang also breathed a sigh of relief.

Without any confusion or questions, Song Rushuang thanked the two soldiers who led the way and walked straight into the room with her short legs.

About ten minutes passed.

The door was opened from the outside, and Song Rushuang quickly shrank from her seat.

The person who came in was an old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies.