When he returned to the ink Garden, it was pitch black inside. The cold wind blew, and it was especially cold.
"Cheng, I'm going out. I'll be back in a few days." When she returned to the hall, she saw a piece of paper on the table.
It was written by mo Yancheng, and he left in a hurry as if something had happened.
She tried to call his cell phone, but it was turned off. She could not even contact Mo Wen.
When the car almost hit her,"Chu Cheng" was right in front of her, so she didn't hit it. When she drove back to mo garden, the car stopped not far away.
"She lives in the mo garden?" Mo Yongqiang sat in the car, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff.
No one knew who lived in the mo garden.
