C1549 It's Not My Father!

In a room of dozens of square meters, a dim yellow light, a woman in a white dress, sitting quietly in a chair...

Just thinking about this scene was enough to scare people.

Chai Murong bent her legs and her feet stepped on the chair. She held her knees with both hands and sat in a strange position on the chair. She did not move for a long time and seemed to have become silent