September in Quebec was dry and cold at night.
When Xiao Yebai arrived at his destination, the sky remained pitch black.
The driver was very enthusiastic and greeted the garden district management, driving straight in and finally stopping at the entrance of the villa.
Xiao Yebai, however, thought: How lax is the garden district management here? Can you really just drive straight in like this?
Looking at the villa shrouded in darkness, his brows furrowed even tighter.
"The family might not have returned home yet," the driver said with a smile, explaining.
Xiao Yebai tipped him, thanked him, and quickly got out of the car to walk inside.
The black sedan roared off and left.
Xiao Yebai stood outside the wooden door, casually opened the bolt behind him, and walked in.
The main door was tightly shut.
He pressed the doorbell directly.
As expected, there was no answer.
Standing there, Xiao Yebai let his fingers hang down and then slowly clenched them into fists.
