Mu Shuoqian was supposed to return to the company, but he turned left at the intersection ahead.
Gu Qili carefully observed his suddenly stern face and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Who upset you?"
"A bunch of useless trash." His brows were tightly knitted, showing his full displeasure.
It wasn't until they reached the villa in Tanxi that Gu Qili realized what had enraged Mu Shuoqian so much; the 'bunch of useless trash' were all lying on the ground. A panicked man ran over and said, "Young Master Qian, I'm sorry, I don't know how this happened. I just went out to buy food, and when I came back, these people were like this..."
Gu Qili, seeing the people scattered on the ground, grabbed Mu Shuoqian's hand somewhat fearfully and hid behind him.
"Don't be afraid, they're not dead, just knocked out," Mu Shuoqian walked past two of them and opened a hidden chamber behind the bookshelf.
Unexpectedly finding this opportunity here, Gu Qili felt it was very mystical.
