Hu's struggling hands swept across the man's cheeks, but the next second, his hand came up empty.,"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.,It seemed as if he hadn't heard what Aunt Song had said. Lu Hanchuan walked over, took a glass, and poured himself a glass of red wine.。