Qian slept very deeply, until Jia Xiufang banged on the door, and she woke up yawning.
No trace of Yu Minglang was found, there was no hint of him in the air, the food boxes they had used last night were also taken away by him, and the furniture returned to its original position. He disappeared like a breeze, silently.
When Jia Xiufang came in, she only saw her daughter standing expressionlessly in front of the mirror, arranging her clothes.
"Qian'er, what are you looking at—huh? What's wrong with your mouth?" Jia Xiufang keenly noticed her daughter's lips seemed to be slightly broken, red, almost swollen.
"Dog bite."
"What?"
"Nothing, just dreamed of biting myself last night."
"Hurry up and change your clothes, your uncle will be here soon, don't let him catch you in bed."
Chen Zilong's voice came from outside.
"Damn! Is our house haunted or something? This light has been broken for ages, how come it suddenly works?"
