C1144 Young Master Ye's Maid 1066

Xia Yihan drove to the abandoned car factory. The car yard was still the same as before. It was even gloomier in the dark. She jogged to the warehouse and carefully looked at the rusty door handle.

There was a little bit of blood on the door handle. Xia Yihan gently touched it and the iron thorns on the door handle stung her skin.

Everything was counted