C897 Chapter 897

Crouching down, she pressed an ear to the wall and listened for any movement inside. She’d expected to catch something—anything—but after a long while, there was still nothing. Yun Qingyin wasn’t about to give up. Since she was already here, she was going to find out what was really going on.

Inside, two heavily made-up women sat on the bed, shoulders half-bared, looking miserable