Giving A Gift Feels Old-Fashioned

Huo Yao lowered her head to look at the ground every now and then with her hands in her pockets. She seemed as though she was strolling leisurely.

The tail behind her seemed to disappear after she slowed down.

This felt odd.

A solemn look emerged in Huo Yao's eyes.

Her phone rang in her pocket. Huo Jinyan was calling to ask why she was not back yet.

Huo Yao replied softly. "I'll be home soon." Then she hung up the phone.

She strolled around the villa a few times before she slowly headed home when she did not detect anyone's presence.

After entering the door, Huo Yao briefly chatted with her father, sitting on the couch watching the television. She recalled what happened in the estate, so she added. "Dad, have you encountered any strange people lately?"

Huo Jinyan looked at his daughter. He frowned as he handed her some peeled orange and asked her. "Strange people? Nope. Why did you suddenly ask?