"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.,"Madam, you said there were strangers at home... This, this wouldn't be about Mr. ...",A man's low voice rose, tinged with the raspiness of just waking up. "Aunt Song, go out and buy some lip balm first."。