It was 7 pm. Normally, at this time, Qin Mo would bring Bo Jiu out for a stroll. Since he was raising a little tiger, he should bring her out for a stroll after her meal. However, today, Qin Mo didn't leave his house.
He sat in his study room instead with a book in his hand. After flipping through a few pages, he looked up again and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was now 8 pm.
If a certain someone came back at 8 pm, he wouldn't look into the fact that she hadn't listened to him.
From 7 pm to 7.30 pm and from 8 pm to 8.30 pm. Never before had Qin Mo felt that the time was so long.
He disregarded what he said before and changed his idea. He decided to wait for his little tiger until 9 pm.
At 9 pm, the streetlamps outside his window had all lit up. The Christmas tree was as beautiful as always. However, Qin Mo didn't have the heart to admire it.
