Returning to the study room, Bo Yunli turned on a lamp. For once, he did not turn on his computer. Instead, he poured himself a glass of wine.
He did not know what he remembered, but he fished out his phone and opened WeChat.
The latest message with Her Ancestor was that he was coming to pick her up from school.
He looked at the profile pictures of the two of them and was silent for two seconds. Then, he moved his finger and changed the WeChat name of Her Ancestor to Little Ancestor.
After he finished modifying it, he threw his phone on the table.
The phone slid on the table for some distance before it hit a slightly old wooden box. Only then did it stop.
He looked over and saw that the box was left behind by his mother.
The box looked ordinary, but there was a hidden mechanism inside. Bo Yunli had tried many ways to open it, but none of them worked.
