The housekeeper of the Wu family never expected Qin Mo's arrival. His face blossoming, the moment the car entered, he shouted, "Notify Young Mistress that Young Master Qin is here."
"Yes." The servant started running, bringing up the spirits of the mansion.
Once the car was stationed, Qin Mo didn't alight immediately, instead, he used a pillow to replace his left thigh so that the youngster could lie there.
His fingers caressed the soft silky skin before pushing the car door open.
Qin Mo hadn't removed his uniform, looking like a galactic commander from a comic, stopping others in their tracks for a second glance.
The Qin family had always been prideful of being polite before a fight.
Hence, there wasn't a hint of anger on his face.
However, his lips curved into an enigmatic smile.
