It was six O 'clock in the evening, and the bamboo forest was silent.
It was still bright outside.
Luo tianlin pushed open the gate of the mansion and stood there in a daze for a moment.
It seemed that zhuyuan had never been so quiet before.
He stood at the door for a while before remembering that Mrs. Lin was on leave and the young lady had gone to the Qin family's house to spend the night. He was alone today.
In the past years, he had also had such private moments.
But today, he felt that the living room was very empty and felt very uncomfortable.
The clock on the wall beeped.
Luo tianyun took off his suit and hung it on the hanger.
When he reached the second floor, he couldn't help but pace to the door of the innermost room and stop for a while.
The little girl's room was extremely quiet, no longer filled with the soft chirping sounds of the past.
Luo tianlin's eyes narrowed as he raised his hand to look at his watch.
