C635 Merciless

Little Dumpling's face turned pale while her breathing slowed. Her palms had already become moist.

After a while, Little Dumpling could not help but ask the servant, "Where am I, father? Am I, father, here? "

The servants looked at each other in dismay. No one dared to face her question and could not help but lower their heads.

Little Dumpling bit her lips, wanting to say more