"Little sister, don't be afraid, we aren't bad people,"
Chen Wenji saw the little girl's delicate and exquisite face and couldn't help but feel some fondness, and smilingly pinched her little face, asking, "What's your name, and what is your relationship with Su Daoshi?"
"I... My name is Su Wei."
Su Wei was on the verge of tears, "Are you looking for Brother Su?"
"Where is he?"
"I... I don't know."
Chen Wenji looked helplessly at Yi Zhisong, "Senior Brother, why capture a little child to question?"
"Hmph, didn't you see that among all the people in this estate, only this female practitioner has cultivated some Daoist Skills? And her clothes and living quarters are the best, obviously, she is the closest to Su Daoshi."
Yi Zhisong, although arrogant, was not a fool.
Hearing him say this, a flash of panic danced across Su Wei's eyes.
Clearly, part of her earlier act had been just that, an act.
