"Mom!" Nami exclaimed in Chinese, her voice loud and quivering with longing.
Chu You's eyebrows twitched slightly, and just then, he turned his head slightly toward the end of the small street, where two cars had appeared and were driving this way.
His eyes held an indescribable expression, a shade of grey; he lowered the gun that had been aimed at Nami.
At the same time, his mind stirred, and the levitating Nami drew closer to Chu You, who grasped her damp collar—a garment far too thin for this unusual cold season.
The next moment, the two of them vanished, and right after their disappearance, a window on the second floor of the villa closed.
Furthermore, Zhou Zhijun, who had collapsed in the bedroom, began to float upwards, then was gently placed on the bed.
Everything appeared very bizarre and sudden.
