"Eat while it's hot. Sleep after eating. I'll head out first."
After saying this, Yin Shixiu stood up and walked out.
"Uncle..."
Su Xiaomeng quickly called out to him.
"Hmm?"
"Uh... Thank you. Hehe." Su Xiaomeng flashed a grin at him, raising the bowl in her hand.
Yin Shixiu left the room, closing the door. The corners of his thin lips curved slightly as he tossed the universal lockpick in his hand up in the air, catching it steadily on its descent.
Nineteen-year-old girls are the best, so simple-minded, believing everything they're told.
Yin Shixiu, in good spirits, returned to his study.
Su Xiaomeng finished her porridge and lay down again, facing the balcony, her small hand slightly clenched...
Uncle Yin... What kind of person is he really?
Is it because of his long legs that he doesn't seem dangerous?
Or, is he actually somewhat worried about me?
