Gently squeezing through the window, about to leap down, You Mingxu froze.
From the kitchen door, a figure darted through the living room.
You Mingxu felt a shiver run down his spine, rapidly making a series of judgments in his mind: Xiang Rong? No, the car in the private parking space at the entrance was gone, and if the owner were home, he would have shouted in anger or come to investigate at the sound, not flee.
So who was it?
Who else was snooping around Xiang Rong's home?
You Mingxu jumped down from the window and started chasing. The person didn't hide any longer, opened the living room door, and ran, leaving behind a tall, slim silhouette. It appeared to be a young man.
You Mingxu sneered just before taking off in pursuit.
