"It's nothing, just musing on life,"
Luo Qiangwei blinked, "Can we close the book on this matter for good?"
...Hmm!"
Before she could finish,
suddenly.
Mo Shiche felt a tearing, dull pain inside his head, and his thoughts were completely pulled away—
Mo Xiao abruptly turned his head.
Their gazes locked.
Mu Yunshen saw his deep red eyes, and his gaze shook sharply. Before Mo Xiao could speak, he took the initiative, "Qiangwei," he omitted the Luo, "get out."
She stood up, all smiles, obviously unaware of anything amiss, "Young Master Mu, what's the matter so late at night?"
"It's something very important," Mu Yunshen's eyes were fixed on Mo Xiao, but he repeated forcefully to her, "Qiangwei, get out, right now."
Perhaps it was his serious tone, Mo Xiao let out a muffled grunt, turned his head with a provocative smile toward Mu Yunshen, then closed his eyes and fell down...
