Right now, Qin Mo looked even more dangerous than usual. He didn't even have his usual aura of elegance, and the way he was looking to the drawer's direction carried inexplicable depths.
In fact, after Qin Mo had seen Fu Jiu carry the drunk Feng Shang upstairs like that, his eyes had no way of turning warm again anymore.
No matter what, it was a fact that while he was waiting outside of the school, that young man was having fun drinking and playing outside…
With this in mind, Qin Mo's eyes became even colder.
He walked to the headboard of the bed, glanced over the top, and his gaze instantly locked onto the drawer hidden down there.
With such delicate and detailed observation skills, he didn't look like someone who had only studied psychology. Rather, he looked like a trained forensic doctor who was looking for evidence.
Fu Jiu watched him pull the drawer out with a "whoosh" using his long fingers.
