"...Alright."
Su Mo nodded:
"You wait for me here, I'll be back soon."
"Okay."
Yang Xiaoyun watched as Su Mo turned around, but suddenly couldn't help but call out:
"Husband..."
"Huh?"
Su Mo was taken aback, and when he turned around, Yang Xiaoyun had already thrown herself into his arms.
"What's wrong?"
Su Mo didn't dare to take a single deep breath.
In the past few days, he had already noticed that Yang Xiaoyun seemed a bit odd.
Her temperament had changed quite a bit from before.
But tonight, perhaps stimulated by seeing Elder Zhou's corpse, this change became even more apparent.
Luckily, Su Mo was extremely familiar with her, and this familiarity wasn't just limited to her personality; he knew her thoroughly in every aspect.
Otherwise, he would have suspected that she had been replaced by someone else.
"I'm alright..."
Yang Xiaoyun's voice came from Su Mo's chest, sounding a bit muffled:
