C150 A Lousy Schemer

"What news can Roger send?" The white fox's gaze was still cold, the white mist under its eyelashes had yet to dissipate.

Roger still hadn't sent back any news for more than a month. Xiao Yang wouldn't hide this from her, so the white fox would still be able to confirm whether he had hidden himself or been kidnapped by some force.

One must know that Roger was also an ability user