Nan Mochen paced nervously in the study, back and forth.
With his understanding of Shen Qingyan, hiding was useless, she would come to make a fuss sooner or later!
Forget it, let her make a fuss then!
Thinking so, Nan Mochen gradually calmed down. He sat on the sofa, waiting for Shen Qingyan to create a scene.
Tick-tock, tick-tock——
The clock on the wall kept ticking, and an hour had passed, yet there was no commotion downstairs, and Shen Qingyan hadn't come to the study to make trouble.
Nan Mochen furrowed his brows slightly, stood up, and looked out the window.
The wind was rising, clouds gathering, a heavy rain was imminent.
But come on, rain already! What's the point of just the wind blowing?
The calm heart became restless once again.
Nan Mochen walked to the door, gently opened it, and looked outside.
The house was quiet.
Could she have left again?
Nan Mochen didn't notice that his brows were furrowing tighter and tighter.
