C231 Victimized

After putting down the phone, I looked at the teahouse. The ancient red door of the teahouse was slightly ajar. I walked over and slowly opened the door.

There was no one in the hall. I didn't dare to rashly go forward. I just stood there without moving, and carefully looked at every corner of the teahouse.

The decorating style of this teahouse was completely old-fashioned. The walnut terraces