An Mo walked smoothly toward the door. Before he could push the door, a heavy knock rattled the wood. A knowing smile curved his lips.
He pulled the door open, only to find Han Jue standing right in front of him. A pleasant greeting almost formed on An Mo's lips, but Han Jue cut him off instantly.
"Where is she?" Han Jue demanded, his expression incredibly dark.
An Mo let out a soft breath, keeping his cool. "She is tired. She just fell asleep."
Hearing those words, Han Jue's face darkened even more.
Suddenly, An Mo felt like he could hear a strange grinding noise in the air. He glanced around, trying to spot the source, before realizing Han Jue was literally grinding his teeth in pure rage.
Without another word, Han Jue gave him a ferocious glare, pushed right past An Mo's shoulder, and stormed directly into the house.
An Mo stumbled back a step, letting out a soft laugh.
