C220 Strange

Su Ze gazed at Xia Mi, tears streaming down her face, and spoke with a calmness that belied the gravity of the situation. "Do you want to hear it?"

"Please, Young Master, tell me," she implored.

With her head bowed, Xia Mi's expression was obscured, unreadable.

"Very well," Su Ze began, "the sea arrest warrant states that a woman of the Xia clan is fond of wearing red muslin