The SUV drove into the villa area and slowly stopped in front of the gate. Titus Zane raised his head alertly, staring at the familiar building before him, hugging his knees and biting his lip tightly.
Nathan Moore got out of the driver's seat, walked around the front of the car, and opened the passenger door.
"It's okay, don't be afraid, we're home now." Seeing the hand extended towards him, Titus Zane bit his lip even tighter and hesitated for a long time before reaching out his hand.
Carried by Nathan Moore into the villa, Titus Zane buried himself in his chest, clutching tightly at his shirt.
It was early winter, whether it was because the coat of Nathan Moore he wore was too cold, or because of fear, beneath the palms, Titus Zane's body trembled severely.
Carrying her all the way into the hall, seeing the master of the house return, Aunt Liu came over to greet, "Sir, our dear Miss…"
