Realizing something, Lin Qi flipped over and sat up.
However, Mo Shangjun had already, with an extremely dashing posture, flipped out from the fourth-floor window.
The fourth floor!
Did this woman have a death wish?!
Lin Qi's mind exploded.
She hadn't even put on a coat, her palms pressed against the bed, and she leaped down.
Taking large strides to the window, she nervously leaned out but did not see the worrying scene she expected.
The sky was pitch black, but a road had been built below, with streetlights along it, bright enough to illuminate the surroundings.
Looking down, the space was empty; there were bushes, the road, streetlights, an open area, but no sign of Mo Shangjun.
Lin Qi furrowed her brows, feeling that something was off, her gaze swept forward and, to her shock, she saw Mo Shangjun sliding down a drainpipe on one side. The drainpipe was about two meters away from here, jumping over was not impossible.
