Huo Mansion.
Huo Yunjiao instructed Huo Qiang and Huo Chuan to take the three children upstairs to rest and ordered that no one was allowed to come down.
The old mansion was particularly quiet tonight; if Qin Ruan had been there, she would have noticed that the barrier protecting the vast mansion had disappeared.
Twelve dark shadows, like wraiths, flitted across the Huo Mansion, following a familiar scent to the small building where Third Master Huo lived.
Tonight, there were no guards inside or outside the small building. Huo Yunjiao, dressed comfortably, sat on the spacious living room sofa.
His legs were crossed, silver rimless glasses perched on his nose, as he looked down at the surveillance feed on the tablet in his hands, appearing genteel and gracefully dignified.
Across from Huo Yunjiao sat Qin Ruan, petite and looking somewhat restrained.
She didn't cling to the Third Master as usual; she stayed far from him, as if avoiding germs.
