Qin Hao and Zhao Mengke completely ignored Hou Qi, who stood dumbfounded beside his Ferrari, momentarily questioning his life. He could only watch Qin Hao and Zhao Mengke's backs with a look of melancholy and frustration.
Time slowly passed.
The sunset at the horizon gradually faded away, and the night was slowly approaching.
Qin Hao and Zhao Mengke, hand in hand, returned to the villa. As they reached the villa's entrance, Qin Hao frowned slightly, glanced to the side, and then a strange smile crept onto his lips, but he made no moves as he nonchalantly entered the villa.
At this moment, a slender and delicate figure slightly turned, gazing thoughtfully at the villa where Qin Hao lived, and then concealed themselves again.
Time quickly turned to night, and the night deepened.
