When Baili Xia entered the house, Mu Xiaoyao leapt in lightly as well.
His movements were crisp and clean; his agility was absolutely astounding!
He didn't even touch the windowsill—effortlessly, he vaulted straight into the hall.
Baili Xia glanced back and, by the faint moonlight, confirmed that there wasn't a single trace left on the windowsill.
She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the urge to say "Impressive" to her brother, but the scene before her dampened her spirits.
This was Bei Qingyou's residence, her living room…
The hall was decorated in a retro style; even though it hadn't been inhabited for over a decade, it still felt as though someone lived there every day.
Spotlessly clean, so much so that even the moonlight reflecting off the floor emitted a pristine glow.
Baili Xia walked a circle around the hall before immediately heading upstairs.
