"Jiāng Zhe?"
Her voice was not loud, but it rang out in this quiet room.
The people standing on both sides heard her voice, and turned to look at the man sitting behind the table.
The man was wearing a black suit and clean leather shoes. At this moment, he was sitting with his legs crossed, looking at Lu Ning, who was kneeling there.
She only called his name, and then she did not speak or move. It was as if she did not dare do anything.
Jiāng Zhe looked down at her from above.
Time passed bit by bit, but Lu Ning still did not hear anything else. There was still only the sound of the wind.
She trembled subconsciously. The cold wind coming from outside was really cold.
Lu Ning knelt there and could not hear any answer, nor could she hear anything else. She did not dare to act rashly.
She tilted her head, as if she heard something different.
The sensitivity of his ears seemed to have slowly increased when she could not see anything.
That sound… Flowing water?
