C1046 Young Master Ye's Maid 968

Ye Zimo frowned. The light in the center of the stage was already shining on a transparent glass. The transparent glass slowly rose, and a dagger covered in sapphire blue light slowly rose.

People kept whispering under the stage. Xia Yihan could not see clearly. She took two steps forward and leaned her upper body on the railing to look at the center of the stage