C58 Lin Zhong's Little Cabin

It's an old brick house with only one floor, a red wooden door, an iron window. The wooden door was locked, and the iron window was as solid as a cage.

Le Yuvyuv sat in the car and looked at the small house in front of her. Her heart was in turmoil and cold sweat broke out from her forehead.

At this moment, probably because of the sound of the car, the dark iron window actually lit up