The doorman spat softly and then closed the vermilion mansion doors.
That very night.
A petite figure, clad in black hemp clothing, silently approached the He Mansion, skillfully scaled the wall, and then tumbled inside.
In less than half an hour, she had explored the entire He Mansion and had figured out its layout. She saw Gao Jian, who was confined in the back courtyard, and also caught a distant glimpse of Luo Yang, wallowing in self-pity in the main courtyard.
He Su was indeed not there.
She narrowed her eyes, then, just like when she came in, she slipped out of the He Mansion without anyone noticing.
After the girl made her way out of the He Mansion, she hurried along until she turned into a small alley.
In the alley, there was a carriage waiting.
"Baobao."
Haoming called out to her with a straight face, while Yue Ning asked impatiently, "Is that He not really at home?"
The girl rubbed her neck, "Yeah, not there, or maybe hiding on purpose."
