441, thank you, husband.

Mo Weiyi blinked a few times, a look of innocence on his face.

Finally, Xiao Yebai took his gaze away and started the car.

"To the old house," his voice was flat, as if devoid of any emotion.

Mo Weiyi put his black umbrella by his feet and let out a silent sigh of relief. "Oh."

Why does it seem like Xiaobai is getting more jealous?

Is it an illusion?

It must be an illusion!

**

In the reading room.

Su Wanwan reviewed "Introduction to Communication Studies" once again until her phone lit up.

She immediately got up, packed up her books, took her umbrella, and left.

Tonight was Huo Juncheng's birthday. It was not a significant birthday, and given that the patriarch's health was not good, they just had a family banquet at the Zhejiang Cuisine Restaurant. Only family members were invited.

...

Around six o'clock in the evening, Huo Jingshen parked the car in the shopping mall's underground parking lot.