The clock in the living room swung from position 6 to 10. The fog outside was so heavy that he couldn't see if anyone was back. The night had tainted the sky.
This was the third time the young butler shook his head at Qin Mo. "Still no one…"
Qin Mo didn't respond. But this time, the butler could see his young master's obvious disappointment.
If Qin Mo tossed and turned the entire night yesterday, today that feeling intensified. At 2 am in the morning, he got up without telling anyone, put on his long black down jacket, and walked in the direction of the Bo family.
His back was small but straight. He pressed the doorbell but there was still no one. Weren't they coming back today?
Qin Mo thought for a moment, stretched out his hand, and started to climb the wall. He had managed to learn all her bad habits.
