Not only Gu Mian, but others also detected something amiss at a glance.
A human-height clock was propped against the wall facing the door. The furnishings in the room were all very antique, and the clock face bore no modern numbers.
However, what Gu Mian cared about was not whether the clock had numbers, but the ticking hand on its dial.
"A clock running backward?" Gu Mian frowned slightly.
Such a sight was unheard of and unseen before.
The young man also glanced at the clock leaning against the nearby wall. "Ah, that clock… I don't know why, but it suddenly broke. It was like this when I arrived. I have no idea how to fix it…"
As he spoke, he moved to the sofa. "Please, have a seat."
Brother Mobile averted his gaze from the weird clock, hesitating to sit down.
Gu Mian, however, calmly sat down.
