At 7 p.m., night had already fallen.
In the north, a special kind of smog already started.
All of Jiang City was at its peak traffic.
It the hall of the Fu residence, after Qin Mo had walked in, Chen Xiaodong didn't even know where to put his hands, so he just stood there like a log.
"You are saying that your young master still hasn't come home yet?" Qin Mo sat on the sofa, sounding indifferent. He looked like an imposing member of royalty as he took off his gloves.
Chen Xiaodong never could have imagined that Young Master Qin would come to their place in a million years. Even if his young master upset him in some way at school, Young Master Qin wouldn't come by himself to get 'him.'
But, what if that was the case. Should he at least inform his young master ahead of time?
"Yeah?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows when he didn't hear any reply from Chen Xiaodong.
