"Did you see any strangers upstairs this morning My room—someone seems to have gotten into my room!" Fu Xiaoyao's face was as white as paper. She shuddered uncontrollably, thinking about what happened in her dream.,It seemed as if he hadn't heard what Aunt Song had said. Lu Hanchuan walked over, took a glass, and poured himself a glass of red wine.,A man's low voice rose, tinged with the raspiness of just waking up. "Aunt Song, go out and buy some lip balm first."。