He stretched out a long leg. Although the living room was evidently empty, he couldn't shake off the feeling that a familiar scent lingered in the air.
His brows furrowed slightly, and an indescribable intuition told him something was amiss.
Mo Beiyan sat for a moment before standing up. He went to the parlor on the first floor, and even before entering, his eyes caught sight of something fallen by the staircase.
It was a hairpin with a small monster pattern.
The man squinted his eyes, and almost at the same time recalled that the damn woman on the pedestrian street had used such a hairpin to tear open the awning of a sports car and fled!
Mo Beiyan picked up the hairpin. He was absolutely certain; it was identical.
The woman he saw at the gate kissing Lu Yuwei...
Could it be Mo Hantong?!
Mo Beiyan's handsome face darkened, and a nameless fire ignited within him. She avoided him every day, yet here she was, entangled with another man?!
