Seeing Shi Beiyu’s tall and straight figure disappear from her sight, Mu Siyin’s heart felt empty. There was still a trace of uneasiness in her heart.
The entire bedroom became quiet and cold because of his departure. She sighed softly and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Listening to the drizzling rain outside the window, she was no longer sleepy.
After leaning against the bed for a while, she also got up from the bed, put on her clothes, and washed up.
When he arrived downstairs, uncle Zhong had just walked in from outside the building. When he saw Mu Siyin, he immediately greeted her with a smile, “Good morning, Little Siyin!”
MU siyin nodded, “Good morning, Uncle Zhong.”
Uncle Zhong saw that Mu Siyin was unhappy early in the morning, and could not help but ask curiously, “Little Siyin, where is Xiaobei going if he doesn’t eat breakfast?”
Mu Siyin sighed softly. Before she could say anything, uncle zhong suddenly exclaimed, “Oh my God!”
