982 Qin Mo Came to the Dormitory

"Young Master, is it weird? Young Master Qin could have called your phone if he was looking for you, why did he call the house? My scalp is still tingling from that call. Even if Young Master Qin has a nice voice, it's still horrifying. As a butler, Chen Xiaodong made a fuss rather often.

His nagging made Bo Jiu frown. "Xiaodong!"

"Mmh, mmh?" Chen Xiaodong wasn't sure why his young master had called his name so suddenly.

Bo Jiu's eyes dimmed. "I have something to attend to. If Young Master Qin calls again, tell him I'm in school."

"That's what I told him, I…" Before Chen Xiaodong could finish his sentence, the call went dead.

At the back of the motorcycle, Bo Jiu leap down smoothly. She slung her bag over a shoulder and used the other hand to unzip her jacket, tossing it into the rubbish bin beside her. Her actions were fast.

Hoshino suddenly realized something. "Did something happen?"