In the dead of night, the Portable Residence slept soundly, in a deep slumber.
Miss Jiufang gently woke Red Lotus: "Do you want to get out or not? If not, then move to another room, let's not waste each other's time."
"I do want to get out, but now is not the time."
"When do you plan to wait until? Until that madman shows mercy and lets you out?"
Red Lotus reminded: "Speak a little quieter, Zhao Xiaowan has sharp ears, and she's deeply in love with him. If she hears you calling him a madman, she might just take your life."
"Zhao Xiaowan? I don't think she's Zhao Xiaowan, she should be Huang Yuxian, her singing and methods are exactly the same."
"What nonsense are you talking? Even if I could have mistaken, could Hong Ying also have mistaken? Stop with the mind games, just wait a bit longer, when the time is right, I'll naturally help you out."
