Outside, a misty rain began to fall, and Mike dragged his suitcase, gradually disappearing into the rain. Lianxin lay against the glass, watching Mike's figure fade away…
The afternoon was silent. In the evening, Yin Hun the Nineteenth returned, his clothes soaked, without even changing, he hurriedly rushed inside.
"What happened?"
Because on his way back, Tang Qingxue had already called him to say that Mike had left, but she hadn't mentioned the exact reason over the phone.
Tang Qingxue was feeding Niannian mashed potatoes, and seeing the anger on Yin Hun the Nineteenth's face, she felt a bit irritated, "Why are you so loud? Don't scare the child."
Yin Hun the Nineteenth glanced at Niannian, and sure enough, there was a little fear in her expression, her small mouth pouting as if she wanted to cry.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth silently looked at Lianxin, "Take Niannian back to the room."
"Yes, young master!" Lianxin knew a storm was coming and quickly took Niannian upstairs…
