Xu Mushen had an important meeting today, so he got up early. After washing up, he walked out of his room and paused, looking at the guest room next to his.
He walked over and listened quietly for a while.
Unfortunately, the excellent soundproofing of the villa meant he couldn't hear any sound from inside.
A thoughtful look flashed across his handsome face.
When he got home yesterday, Little Fox was clearly not in a good mood.
He wasn't good at comforting people, so he didn't know what to say.
For some unknown reason, he felt that Little Fox was a bit resistant to him, as if she didn't want him to mention what happened yesterday.
So he didn't say anything.
And he didn't know how Little Fox was doing now.
As he was pondering this, the butler walked over from behind and said, "Sir, are you looking for Miss Qiaoqiao? It seems she didn't come back last night, and she slept in the Nansheng Pavilion."
Upon hearing this, Xu Mushen's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.
