"Don't you have any idea why your daughter won't wake up?"
Su Nian wore her usual arrogant expression.
The man was handsome enough, with the distinct air of the rich and powerful that suited this opulent manor. But there was one thing that stood out: a small scar just below his eyebrow.
It was only about two centimeters from his eye, yet it was incredibly conspicuous and radiated a sinister aura.
Su Nian could tell at a glance that the scar had something to do with a ghost.
Su Nian glanced upstairs again, her lips moving silently as if she were counting.
"Your daughter lives in the sixth room from the right, doesn't she? The one with the swing and the pool outside."
The wealthy woman, who had been so imperious a moment ago, froze on the spot.
She stared blankly at Su Nian.
A sense of guilt washed over her. 'Could this woman actually know something?'
The man fell silent for a moment. After a long pause, he said stiffly, "No, that's a servant's room!"
