C1093 A Thief!

With a loud bang, Juice quickly pulled her torn clothes back together, her face a mask of terror as she glanced toward the closet. Nie Zeyu's brow was furrowed tightly, his gaze also fixed in the same direction. He watched as the closet door slowly opened.

Xinling stepped out, her face cold and unyielding. Zeyu wanted to say something, but no words came to him. In that moment