The message was sent out, but there was no reply.
Wen Nan raised his hand, knocked on the door, but no one responded from inside the room.
He stood at the door listening for a while. The lights inside were on, but there was no sound.
Where did he go?
[Master-9: Not there? Then I'll find Qiqi]
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Zhuang Yichen's detached villa had a neatly trimmed lawn in front, with a fountain and flower beds.
In the back was a garden, with a swimming pool at its center. Next to the pool, one side had a sunroom housing greenhouse flowers and a small partitioned room for Uncle Wang to rest.
On the other side, there was a row of exquisitely designed low houses, resembling small, linked temples at first glance, which served as kennels for Zhuang Yichen's hunting dogs.
Night had already deepened, and Uncle Wang had retired early to his resting place in the flower house, drawing the curtains, and hadn't stepped out again.
