Chapter 173 The Basement

Catherine: "What's on your face? Where did it come from?" Ivan: "The basement." He stepped aside a bit. The entrance to the basement was narrow, only allowing one person through. Ivan shifted his weight, causing the ladder beneath his feet to creak under the strain. Catherine poked Ivan's head lightly. "You go down first, I'll go in and take a look." Catherine's touch seemed to carry some magic. Although the timing wasn't right, Ivan still felt a flutter in his heart. He pursed his lips and jumped down, taking three steps. Vivian noticed his expression, realizing something was off. She asked cautiously, "Ivan, who were you talking to just now?" Before Ivan could answer, Catherine jumped down as well, kicking up dust upon landing. Vivian, caught off guard, coughed a couple of times. Ignoring Vivian's unfriendly gaze, Catherine calmly surveyed her surroundings. There were small piles of unprocessed food in the corner, mostly wheat and vegetables, but this wasn't a proper basement