Qin Youxue hesitated for a moment, ultimately shook her head, and said softly, "It's nothing," before hurriedly leaving.
Mo Hexuan lifted his head, silently watching her figure as she went upstairs. Only after Qin Youxue's figure disappeared did he slowly retract his gaze.
He was holding a newspaper, but his eyes were not on it, his gaze was sinister and frightening.
Trying to escape from him?
Mo Hexuan sneered.
Wishful thinking!
Unless he told her to get lost, she wouldn't dare leave him!
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Early the next morning, Jian Yang came over with his books.
Qin Youxue, dressed in home attire, came over to greet him.
"Where's my brother?"
Jian Yang looked around the hall, not seeing Mo Hexuan, and asked curiously.
"He's in the bedroom, hasn't come down."
"Oh..." Jian Yang nodded, "Well, it's the weekend, he doesn't need to go to the company."
