In such a summer night, memories turned into yellowing ginkgo leaves that, once touched by the fragmented sunlight piercing through the clouds, would faintly turn pale.
The sound of the air conditioner was very soft, and Xu Chaomu, with eyes closed from exhaustion, slowly fell asleep.
However, when Mo Shuifu was pulled back by Shen Shihan, his face remained stern throughout.
"Mo Shuifu, why didn't you report to me when you came to the Shen Family today?"
"I have my freedom," Mo Shuifu said indifferently.
"Is it freedom, or can't you stop thinking about him?"
Shen Shihan's voice was deep and gloomy, sending shivers down one's spine in the pitch-dark car.
Mo Shuifu instinctively shrank to the side of the passenger seat, afraid to stir up the man's temper.
This man's mood was as fickle as the weather in June, changing at a moment's notice.
