Gu Muxue paused. "Be careful on your way."
「...」
「Back at Lin Ruoxi's home.」
Xue Rui lay on the bottom bunk, spacing out. 'What could Lin Ruoxi and Gu Muxue possibly be talking about?'
'It's been three hours!'
'Could those two really have that much to talk about?'
'With Lin Ruoxi's simple mind, if Gu Qingshan got suspicious, wouldn't he get the whole story out of her in just a few sentences?'
The more he thought about it, the more his head ached. 'What a mess.'
Just then, Da Huang, who had been mooching off the air conditioning in the room, suddenly stood up. Xue Rui realized Lin Ruoxi was back. 'A dog's hearing really is sharp.'
Actually, it was because he'd heard the sound of a car engine shutting off downstairs. He suddenly understood his sister, Xue Yao, a little better—how she could tell who was home just by the sound.
It turned out that when a person was on edge, their senses became incredibly sharp.
