This Is My Home
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Shu did not want to be accused of being a spy, so she shouted those words.
However, she immediately regretted her words.
She should have shouted, "I'm looking for my mother!"
President Ba curled in on himself with his paws over his ears as he lay in the grass, staring at his mistress in dismay.
The Platinum-level martial artists about to pounce on her stopped and looked at Qin Shu.
The noisy courtyard was now terrifyingly quiet.
The lead guard looked at the man, who suddenly barged in. The guard could not distinguish the man's features in the poor lighting.
Why would he attempt a forced entry into the President's manor to look for his father?
"If you're looking for an excuse, why don't you think of one that makes sense? You could have said you were lost, or something close to that effect," the lead guard said, his voice a wintry chill in the night air.