"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.,"No way!" Tears welled up in her eyes, "Auntie Song, come upstairs with me, please There's really someone there! That person—",Aunt Song asked these questions in front of him. Was she tired of living too comfortably。