Downstairs, Little Tiger Bo kept poking her keyboard continuously. She attempted to contact Momo on her computer.
After logging into the messaging tools, she glanced at the time on the display. At this time, the sun hadn't risen in China. Momo must be sleeping now.
Little Tiger Bo stopped what she was doing and scratched her face. Then she looked up and glanced at the direction of the second floor.
Recently, her father had become more mysterious than before. She wondered what had happened. If Momo was here, he could help her analyze as Momo seemed to know everything.
Little Tiger Bo hugged her little keyboard. She looked at the grey ID icon. Her tiger tail drooped down and she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Momo, I miss you so much."
At that time, Bo Jiu was still young. Her voice was cute. It was easy for people to like her. It would make people forget the naughty things she did.
