Su Bai sat in the living room by himself with a cup of tea, which was served by Litchi. Then Litchi and the fat guy went to the study and had their discussion there. Now Su Bai looked more like a guest in this house.
Even Su Bai himself felt a little absurd and confused. He took a sip of tea, stood up and went to the southward room on the first floor. He opened the door. Unlike his expectation, there wasn’t any stifling smell of dirt; on the contrary, the air was quite clear and fresh. On an altar, the photos of his parents were cleaned up and so was everywhere around it.
The housekeeping company was informed not to enter this room, so the personnel wouldn’t have made such a mistake. Besides, judging by the trace, it has just been clean up in the last few days.
Su Bai felt odd. Could it be Litchi?
There was a new censer, and the incense in it hadn’t finished burning yet.
