"Wow, we're finally home!" Zhui Ming exclaimed happily.
"What a relief!" Wu Qing stretched with a lazy yawn.
None of them exchanged pleasantries, each attending to their own tasks. Leng Xue and Zhui Ming continued to avoid everyone else as they went off to make preparations for their wedding. Iron Hand glanced at Miss Ai, who was waiting at the door with eager eyes. Without saying much, he walked over, took her hand, and they went back to the room together. Wu Qing, left alone as the odd one out without anyone to greet him, shrugged his shoulders and went to his bedroom to take a hot bath and relieve his exhaustion.
At this moment, nobody cared what their leader was doing...
Nor did anyone notice that Lord Quan the Fourth, like a frightened rabbit, was hopping up and down, restless.
Upon reaching the upper floor, he hurried toward the bedroom first.
Unfortunately, it was empty.
Then, he rushed to the study, unable to wait any longer.
Still no sign of anyone.
