A mysterious and private scent unique to a young girl instantly diffused into the air, charged with ambiguity.
"Mo Xingyuan..." Madam Mu Zhenzhen was almost in tears, glaring at him fiercely, "I hate you!"
She let out an angry roar, then picked up her phone from the ground and rushed out quickly.
Around the corner, the cold and arrogant man stood frozen on the spot.
His deep, inscrutable eyes were faintly filled with agony.
"Zhenzhen, why were you gone for so long? Did the cleaning staff go in?"
As soon as Madam Mu Zhenzhen got into the car, Madam Mu asked with concern.
Without any reason, this main door would definitely be locked.
Since the house is so clean, there is probably someone cleaning it every day.
Madam Mu Zhenzhen's expression was sad before she got into the car, but now she has forced a strained smile, "Yes, someone was cleaning inside, and I helped for a while."
