Inside the car.
Xiaowu asked her, "Miss Qiao, what shall we do next?"
"Find a place to rest for a while. We have a flight to Switzerland tonight. I've customized a watch there for Mo Chen. Once I get it, we'll head back."
"Yes, I'll make the arrangements."
Qiao Ruoxin looked out of the car window, feeling very conflicted.
She didn't want to stay here for another second, afraid that she would be tricked into returning by her mother's tears.
...
In the country.
Evening, Mansion No. 7.
Mo Chen sat in a single-seater sofa, a cigarette between his lips, the smoke blurring his handsome features.
Since Qiao Ruoxin's departure, he seemed to have returned to that dark world, exuding a sense of decadence all over him.
This was his usual state during those two years, gloomy and terrifying.
Bai Junyan said, "Look at him, the stench of his sister leaving, and he turns back into this."
Ji Haochuan remarked, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's his heart we're talking about."