41: Like dropping out?

 The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Song Shi returned and went in with his clothes. Chen Zhoumu remained seated, watching Song Shi leave. He

watched him close the door, then take out his phone, which was vibrating and burning hot, and hang up without any emotion.

Suddenly, a weight settled on his lap. His older brother jumped up and obediently lay on his lap, purring. Chen Zhoumu looked at his usually arrogant cat, now affectionately rubbing against his clothes.

He reached out and stroked its head. This time, it didn't even resist being petted. Chen Zhoumu chuckled and instructed his older brother, "If your father really doesn't come back, you'd better behave yourself and not make him angry, otherwise you'll suffer in the end." His older brother

didn't understand separation; he only knew the comfort of being petted. The place where he lay was also warm. He squinted slightly, watching the person in front of him, his mouth opening and closing as he talked to himself.

Chen Zhoumu mechanically rubbed the cat's ears, whispering, "Big Brother." The cat raised its head at the sound of his voice, and the warm palm moved to touch its chin. "Do you think I should tell him?"

No one responded to his monologue; there were too many things he couldn't say, whether it was about what he was involved in or the things he kept hidden in his heart.

He shouldn't say it, and he couldn't say it.

The quiet room was filled only with a few sighs, then returned to normal the moment the bathroom door opened. He slowly smiled, watching the other person walk away.

Song Shi approached, drying his hair, his gaze flicking to the areas exposed by the umbrella and stained dark by the rain. He then turned to meet the cat's eyes: "What are you grinning about? Go take a shower."

"Alright. By the way, Big Brother's gotten quite muscular; it's a bit difficult to lift him with one hand now."

Song Shi hung up the towel, glancing at the increasingly plump cat upon hearing the sound: "It's all your fault."

Late at night, Chen Zhoumu listened to the sound of breathing, his eyes closed, but sleepiness was nowhere to be found. The curtains nearby weren't fully drawn, letting in some light. Even though it was just a sliver of light entering the dark room, its edges were stained dark.

But for the person lying in bed, it felt extremely glaring. Another sleepless night, it must be because of the light, he thought.

To be honest or not to be honest, he chose the latter. After all, he had only known the other person for about half a year, and perhaps leaving now wouldn't affect him much.

Originally, his absence wouldn't affect the other person's life, but in the beginning, it was he who forcibly entered his world, so whether he left or not didn't matter; he had achieved his purpose for coming here.

He transferred to Xia City specifically for this matter, and now that it's resolved, he doesn't know when he's become involved here.

So even leaving has become a cautious, hesitant affair.

He remembers when he transferred here in his first year of high school, Chen Zhoumu frantically searched for that person surnamed Zhu, but what could he do even after finding him? His desire for revenge reached its peak,

yet the person still escaped. It wasn't until Chen Jiajin's affair was exposed that the person dared to reappear.

While tracking the person's whereabouts, he also discovered some deeply hidden secrets: Zhu Mingjing hadn't taken any further action because of Tong Ru.

Chen Zhoumu closed his eyes; he didn't want to think about that now.

The next day during the long break, Song Shi went alone to Zhu Mingjing's small villa. He learned that the house had been built there for a long time, but the lights were rarely on, as if no one lived there.

Song Shi stood at the door; it was a combination lock. He took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, entered the combination, and with a 'beep,' the door opened. He put away his things and grasped the doorknob to open it.

The room was somewhat dim, the curtains in front of the French windows weren't fully drawn, so some light still shone through; it wasn't completely dark.

The room was large, spanning three floors. Song Shi looked up; at the very top was a transparent dome, with some light filtering in from above. He slowly walked in.

Perhaps because someone had been staying there recently, the furniture was very clean. He went upstairs; the middle room was where Zhu Mingjing lived. The door was unlocked and slightly ajar.

He pushed the door open. Inside, there was only a simple mattress, the blankets neatly folded. There was no unpleasant odor.

Looking ahead, the room was dark even without curtains. Song Shi squinted slightly because the windows were covered with photos!

Photos of all sizes filled every window, blocking out the sunlight, with only a few rays filtering in through the cracks.

Song Shi paused for a moment, then walked towards the location. The people in the photos weren't familiar to him; they were all pictures of the same man, with different women beside him in different scenes.

Each of the men in the photos was marked with a red cross.

He took out his phone and snapped a few pictures. Looking at the photos on his phone, he finally remembered who the main character was:

Zhu Youting.

Song Shi frowned, put his phone away, and then went to the safe the other person had mentioned. He reached in and entered the password; the wheel in front of the safe turned a few times and clicked open. There

weren't many things inside—just a few bags. Song Shi took the items out and laid them on the ground. He picked up the rather heavy document and took it out expressionlessly.

The materials were complete, including details about the Zhu family's connections with some Southeast Asian countries, which had been impossible to trace. It seemed that Zhu Mingjing and the head of the Zhu family didn't have a good relationship.

Song Shi reached out and gathered all the documents, casually stuffing them into his backpack. These were all for Tan Xiuyuan to verify; one couldn't completely trust what Tan said, nor could one completely trust what he prepared.

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly noticed something at the deepest part of the safe. He reached for it and took out several photographs.

The person in the photos was Zhu Mingjing, standing next to a woman. The two looked somewhat alike, and Zhu Mingjing appeared to be only a teenager.

Song Shi lowered his eyes, looking at the writing on the back of the photos, then put the items back into the safe and closed it.

A very faint "beep" sounded. The house was very soundproof, but such a subtle sound was quite jarring in the quiet room.

It was the door downstairs closing. Song Shi's brow twitched, and then he heard a muffled thud as someone went upstairs. He slowly stood up. Zhu Mingjing's villa didn't look like a villa at all. It looked

more like an old, inconspicuous apartment, so very few people came here. He didn't have any connections in the area, so it was highly unlikely that someone would suddenly come to visit.

The footsteps grew closer. Song Shi stood in front of the safe, looking at the door. He slowly opened the gray door with one hand, his grip tightening on the bag in his backpack.

The door opened fully, and Song Shi saw who it was. The person outside raised an eyebrow at him; it was a man, someone Song Shi was certain he'd never seen before.

The man leaned against the doorframe, holding a cat and stroking it slowly. They stared at each other for a moment, then the man spoke, "It's really here."

Song Shi remained silent, staring at the man. His gaze swept around the room; there was nothing of interest. The man seemed quite robust; if a fight broke out, Song Shi only had a fifty percent chance of winning.

"Don't be nervous." The man said as he slowly walked in, smiling kindly at Song Shi. "Although you don't know me yet, you'll soon. I said I couldn't see you beforehand, but I couldn't resist seeing what Shu's child looks like.

'She really looks like her now.' He then stopped in front of Song Shi and lowered his head. 'She looks like everything about me.'

Song Shi quickly caught something in the man's words. 'What do you mean?'

'Nothing. If you have any trouble, remember to call me. I can handle anything.' Song

Shi walked out of the villa. When his mother was still alive, she often neglected him; as long as he didn't die, nothing else mattered. She didn't care about his grades, his education, or his life.

Back then, Zhang Shu always dumped him on the shoulders of her friends and family. Later, he went to the Qi family, where the patriarch, Qi Shun, began teaching him jujitsu, firearms, and combat.

Song Shi lived like this until he was nine years old. Only occasionally would Zhang Shu visit him, merely asking how his training was going. Then, at the age of 14, he returned to Guangzhou from San Francisco.

Some time later, Zhang Shu passed away. Her body wasn't brought back to Guangzhou; her funeral was held in San Francisco. Song Shi didn't see her one last time.

Many people came that day, but young Song Shi didn't recognize a single face. None of the people who used to take care of him came.

Thinking this, he put his hand in his pocket. A passenger on the bus, looking out the window, suddenly noticed a piece of cardboard in his pocket.

Song Shi suspiciously took it out; it was a black business card with a string of numbers on it, slipped in by the person he'd just seen at the villa.

He didn't know when the person had put it there. The card was black on both sides, and the numbers weren't printed on, but rather embossed; you could only tell they were numbers by touch.

It looked like an ordinary card.

Song Shi put it back in his pocket. His phone suddenly vibrated; it was He Xi calling. He answered with some confusion.

The person on the other end sounded anxious: "Old Song, where have you been? Mu Ge's fucking dropping out of school!"

Song Shi frowned and asked, "What happened?"

"His mother's here!" When the bus

arrived at Xiacheng No. 1 Middle School, Song Shi ran frantically inside, covering the distance from the entrance to the classroom door in one breath.

His breathing was erratic, his hands braced against the wall behind the back door. The rapid running made his heart pound. He swallowed, his throat dry from the wind, only to find he had no saliva left.

A dry heaving sensation, as if his mouth had been rubbed raw, forced him to suppress it.

He then looked up at the classroom, withdrew his hands, and slowly walked inside.

His backpack, which had been on his seat, was gone, but his books were still on the desk. Some had fallen to the floor, others pushed onto his desk, likely due to the commotion.

He swallowed, his throat tasting slightly metallic from the wind, his hands trembling slightly from the rapid run.

He Xi looked up and saw him, quickly saying, "Old Song, why are you only coming back now? Brother Mu should be at the back gate of No. 1 Middle School now. Do you want to go see him one last time?" "

Before he could finish speaking, the person who had just run back suddenly ran outside again.

Why? Why? Why again? Why leave without a word?

The biting wind whipped at Song Shi's face. He didn't know whether to run to see that person or not; he just wanted to ask clearly, to understand why they had left so suddenly.

It seemed like everyone around him was like this, whether it was Zhang Shu who died unexpectedly, Tan Xiuyuan who left for abroad, Tang Ze who gradually drifted away, or Chen Zhoumu who suddenly dropped out of school.

All the hormones in his body were being used to support his desperate running.

"Get in the car." A voice came from the low-pitched car.

The person leaning against the car door didn't move, as if he hadn't heard. He was still wearing his high school uniform, one hand in his pocket, his head occasionally glancing towards the door.

"Don't make me say it again."

"Wait a little longer."

"Wait for whom? That Song family member? Do you know whose son he is?" Chen Zhoumu, standing outside the car

, didn't reply. He glanced in that direction one last time before getting into the car.

The person inside, seeing him sit down, gestured for the driver to start the car, his tone cold: "You'd better cut all ties with this place from now on, or I'll have to come here personally."

Song Shi, panting, watched the two cars drive past him, sweat slowly seeping from his forehead. Then, with trembling hands, he took his phone out of his pocket.

The person inside felt the phone vibrate; the caller ID displayed two words: "Little Cat."

He slowly clenched his fist, wanting to answer, but what would he do after connecting? Any explanation seemed utterly inadequate. Suddenly

, the phone slipped from his hand and was snatched away. Shen Qing, expressionless, threw the phone out the window: "Contact me again, and you'll know the consequences."

"Sorry, the number you dialed is not answering..." Song Shi hung up the phone in frustration. Just as he was about to chase after the caller, a beeping sound came from beside him. It

was Tan Xiuyuan, who rode up to Song Shi on his motorcycle and casually tossed him a helmet from behind.

"Get on, Shizi!"

Song Shi put the helmet on his head, straddled the motorcycle, and sat down.

The motorcycle immediately started up with a roar and began chasing after the vehicles ahead. Tan Xiuyuan really felt like he was going crazy. When He Xi called him just now,

he was actually glad that Chen Zhoumu was gone. Wouldn't it be better if no one bothered Song Shi anymore?

Maybe he could even transfer from No. 3 Middle School to No. 1 Middle School. But after hanging up the phone, he leaned back in his seat, irritably rubbing his hair and muttering under his breath, "Tan Xiuyuan, you're such a fucking jerk!" He

grabbed his keys and rushed out. He really wanted to leave when he saw Song Shi standing at the back gate of the high school.

But in the end, he chased after him, not for any other reason than that he felt that even if that Chen guy left, it wouldn't be his turn. He

drove very fast and quickly caught up with the black car in front.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror; the car's soundproofing was excellent, so the roar of engines outside couldn't be heard.

"Madam,"

Shen Qing opened her eyes, "Don't worry about it." She narrowed her eyes slightly, wanting to see what those people could do.

Chen Zhoumu stared expressionlessly out the window. No one spoke in the car; the atmosphere was tense.

Suddenly, a car entered their view, which had previously only shown scenery. Two people were sitting inside; the person in the back wore a familiar school uniform.

When the person pushed up the visor of their helmet, revealing a familiar face, Chen Zhoumu's eyes widened slightly.

"Stop the car!" he said coldly.

The driver remained expressionless, staring straight ahead, as if he hadn't heard him.

"I said stop the car! Are you deaf?!" "After he finished speaking, the car was so quiet you could hear a pin drop."

"Chen Zhoumu, stop yelling! Is this what you've learned here?!" Shen Qing turned to look at him.

Chen Zhoumu chuckled, "You only remembered you had a son because Chen Jiajin and his mistress lied to you..."

A sharp 'slap' appeared on Chen Zhoumu's face, leaving a noticeable red mark. Shen Qing looked at him expressionlessly, "Don't forget you're still the heir of the Chen family."

He pursed his lips, "If possible, aren't there many other heirs to the Chen family?"

Shen Qing leaned back in her chair, "This time when we go back, I'll send you to the Qi family. They need to teach you a lesson for the wild temper you've developed here."

Cars on the street gave way to the black motorcycle that was speeding along, which relentlessly chased after the car in front. Many people came out to watch the spectacle.

"Can you block them?" Song Shi's voice sounded muffled inside his helmet.

Tan Xiuyuan nodded, "Hold on tight!"

Just as they were about to accelerate, someone blocked their way, and Tan Xiuyuan abruptly stopped the motorcycle.

Song Shi slammed hard into Tan Xiuyuan's back due to inertia, the hard helmet hitting the person in front causing a muffled groan.

The two got off the motorcycle. Tan Xiuyuan took off his helmet and looked at the group of tall, burly men in front of him: "What's going on?"

The men exchanged glances and then stepped forward to grab the two. Tan Xiuyuan tossed the keys to Song Shi: "You go!"

The man caught the keys, remounted, and rode off. Tan Xiuyuan blocked the men, watching Song Shi quickly ride past.

But at the intersection, he was hit directly by a black car turning the corner. The car made a loud bang, and the impact was so sudden that Song Shi was struck squarely. Fortunately

, the car slowed down at the corner, and he was only thrown to the ground and spun several times. He coughed as he watched the black car slowly drive away.

"Song Shi!"

Tan Xiuyuan ran over and helped him up. The men who had blocked the road glanced at him, then helped the motorcycle up and took the unconscious Song Shi to the hospital.

Fortunately, the collision wasn't too serious. The owner of the car that crashed into Song Shi was sitting by her hospital bed

, sobbing: "I...I...I just got my driver's license today, I really didn't know...Are you alright! I've been blaming myself for so long...I was really afraid you'd die..." Song Shi, leaning against the bed, had a headache from the noise and said softly, "It's okay, you can go now." "Are

you really alright? You really scared me to death...I'm so glad you're alright. I've already paid all the medical expenses, do you need any compensation? I can transfer it to you..."

"No need, you can go."

The man bowed deeply in gratitude and then left the room. Tan Xiuyuan, carrying food, rushed to the ward and then saw the man, who had already woken up, standing by the window.

"Why did you get out of bed? It's not too serious, but you should lie down a little longer."

"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

The person standing with their back to him didn't speak. He slowly approached, and Song Shi slowly spoke, "I have to go find him."

He had a strong premonition that he might never see Chen Zhoumu again after he left, so he wanted to see him one last time.

The person standing beside him paused, unconsciously rubbing the pear in their hand. "Okay."

"I need to borrow some money."

"I'll transfer it to you."

"Thank you."

"You...you're going to the capital? But you've never been there before, and you don't know where he lives."

Song Shi looked at the trees outside the window, holding the black card in his hand. "I'll find a way."

"What will you say when you see him? Judging from his mother's behavior today, the chances of him coming back are slim."

Song Shi didn't know what to say after seeing Chen Zhoumu. Perhaps he didn't even have the courage to see his mother, so what reason did he have to persuade his family to let him stay in Xia City?

He hadn't thought any of this through. Right now, he was like a reckless fool, desperate to see the other person, regardless of the reason.

That night, Song Shi didn't stay at the hospital any longer. His injuries weren't serious to begin with, so there was no need to waste resources by staying there.

He returned to his dormitory at No. 1 High School. The motion-sensor lights in the corridor turned on one by one with his voice, and the hallway was still as quiet as ever.

He walked to the third-floor stairwell. Everything seemed unchanged, except that one person was missing tonight, one less person to return to the dormitory with.

Standing at the door, he took out his key, inserted it, opened the door, and then opened the door again. The room still smelled the same.

It was the smell of the first time he entered dormitory 306. He reached out and turned on the light next to the door. The glaring light shone into the room, and his older brother sniffed and slowly walked over.

Chen Zhoumu hadn't taken any of his belongings, as if the person was still there, but he would never see him again.

He closed the door. The floor and table, which the other person had always kept spotless, the neatly folded blankets, and the washed clothes hanging on the balcony were now being gently blown by the wind.

Their clothes hung in the same spot, interspersed in the gaps between them, like two owners of the garments, slowly seeping into each other's lives.

The older brother gently rubbed against his trouser leg. Song Shi picked it up; it smelled of gardenias.

Its blue eyes stared straight at him. Song Shi smiled, "You've definitely gained a lot of weight. Should I go find him?"

The older brother licked its lips. Song Shi put it back on the chair, where it leisurely licked its fur.

Song Shi went into the bathroom. After washing, he realized he'd forgotten his towel. He opened the door and habitually called his name, but the empty room didn't respond.

He blinked, then sighed and used the clothes he'd changed out of to dry himself. He put the dirty clothes into the bucket he hadn't used in a long time, added water, and started washing. Because Chen Zhoumu liked to wash his clothes, he hadn't used

his basin, bucket, or laundry detergent much lately. Song Shi reached for his own bottle of laundry detergent, then glanced at the pink bottle beside him. Then, the hand that had been outstretched suddenly turned and went to pick up a bottle next to it. He pressed down slightly, but there was nothing in his palm. Confused, Song Shi pressed down a few more times. Finally, he picked up the pink bottle and realized that the laundry detergent had been used up sometime during the wash. He sighed, his eyes lowered. It had left with its owner. He used his own blue bottle; there was still a lot left. After washing the clothes quickly, he carried the bucket to the balcony, brought in the dried clothes, folded them, and placed them on the bed. He went over, picked up the black card on the table, and dialed the number on his phone. The man held the gun, slowly wiping it clean, his eyes half-smiling as he looked at the person kneeling on the ground begging for mercy: "Tell me who's behind you, and I might spare your life today. But if my boss comes, you'd better prepare nine lives." The person in front trembled and kowtowed: "I...I...I really don't know! Spare me!"

The seated man, without any patience, raised his gun and shot the man between the eyebrows. The man fell to the ground without twitching, lifeless.

Screams began to erupt in the hall, and people in the darkness started firing.

The man's phone on the table rang, displaying: Young Master.

He raised an eyebrow, picked up the phone, and walked outside. He answered only after the gunshots and screams had subsided.

"I need your help."

"Young..." The man immediately stopped speaking: "Please tell me."

"I need to know Chen Zhoumu's residence in Beijing, and his family's connections."

"Okay, I'll get back to you later."

Song Shi hung up the phone. Now all his hopes rested on this stranger. He recalled what the man had said at noon.

Although he hadn't spoken loudly, the phrase "Shu's child"—if Song Shi wasn't mistaken, it must be his mother, Zhang Shu. This strange person seemed like someone who knew his mother.

Since he knew his mother, he must be quite powerful. Although he didn't know who this person was to his mother, he was someone who could still work for her after her death.

Even now, he still couldn't figure out Zhang Shu's identity.

In his memory, his mother's job was mysterious; he had never heard her mention it since childhood. She was very busy and earned a lot of money. She

seemed to be working every day, spinning like a top. Despite this, she was constantly involved in scandalous news.

Back then, Song Shi really thought he would have younger siblings, but after spending a long time with Zhang Shu, he didn't feel that she was a womanizer.

How could someone who didn't even have time to eat have time to go to a club? To meet up with up-and-coming young men?

Lying in bed, his phone, which was next to his pillow, lit up for a moment. Song Shi closed his eyes again, unable to fall asleep, and then picked up his phone.

The unfamiliar number had already sent him information. Song Shi didn't click to look at it; after turning off the screen, he stared at the ceiling.

His mind was a mess. He forced himself not to think about it, but the thoughts in his mind seemed to be working against him, one after another surging up.

Before coming to Xia City, he could sleep at fixed times to ensure his energy for the next day.

But things changed a lot after he came here. It seems like he changed a lot after that person appeared, both in his habits and his life.

It seems like everything changed because of that person.

He still hasn't figured out what his feelings for him are. Does he like him? It seems like he does.

Can he like him? It seems like he can't.

Judging from the way his family acted today, Chen Zhoumu will probably marry a girl of equal social standing,

not him, not a man.

And didn't that person say he likes women? He shouldn't be so selfish, but he must go see him this time,

as a friend. As long as that person doesn't discover his sexual orientation, doesn't discover his feelings,

he can stay by his side until Chen Zhoumu gets married and has children.

At that time, he will dress up nicely for his wedding, like any ordinary friend or relative, wishing him a happy marriage.

Or maybe by then, they won't even be in contact anymore, and he won't even know he's getting married.

Meanwhile, in the capital...

"Madam, he's been kneeling for two hours."

Shen Qing propped her head up and stared at the kneeling figure outside the French window, her voice cold. "Get him up. Send him to Old Master Qi's place tomorrow."

The person outside the window was helped up and then limped towards the side door, stopping as he passed her. "Do you think I'll give in?" he asked,

and went upstairs without waiting for her reply.

The person sitting on the sofa chuckled. "The older he gets, the less control he has."

The person standing beside him bowed slightly. "Young Master is very much like you used to be."

The next morning, Song Shi arrived early at Jiang Man's office to get his leave slip. He didn't know when he would be back, so he requested a five-day leave.

Jiang Man looked at the person requesting so many days of leave and asked, "Are you going back?"

Song Shi lied without batting an eye and nodded. After taking the leave slip, he met He Xi and his group at the door.

Standing in front, He Xi spoke up: "Brother Shi, be careful when you go to Brother Mu's house. His mother is a very strong-willed person; once she's made up her mind, she won't change it."

"I've met Brother Mu's mother a few times; she's a complete strong woman with a very strong desire for control. Brother Mu transferred here because of Chen Jiajin's appearance."

Tan Qi nodded to the other person: "You can call us if anything happens. Good luck."

Song Shi nodded and then went downstairs. He had packed his luggage yesterday; it was just a backpack, not much stuff.

Tan Xiuyuan gave him a ride to the airport.

The flight took half a day, and by the time he arrived in Beijing, it was already evening. The sky was starting to darken, so he took a ride-hailing service to the address on the information sheet.

There was another sentence on the information sheet: "[I've already made arrangements; just go in directly.]"

The Chen family's place was certainly not an ordinary place. There weren't many people in the wealthy area; there were only a few scattered people strolling on the streets.

The dark sky began to have some white specks, which fell to the ground and melted; it had started snowing sometime earlier.

The sky suddenly turned cold as the light disappeared.

When Song Shi got out of the car, snow had already begun to pile up on the street, and people's breath was rising in the air as they spoke. He thanked them and walked inside.

The security guard at the front gate didn't stop him, as expected.

He followed the address on the file, searching through villa after villa, his heart pounding faster as he got closer.

It had only been a day since he'd last seen them, but it felt like an eternity.

He stopped and looked at the house in front of him; lights were on inside, but there was no sound. Song Shi leaned against a tree by the street, looking at his phone. It was almost nine o'clock at night.

Because he had been lingering at the door, he was noticed by the butler inside. The butler came out and asked, "Who are you?"

Song Shi licked his dry lips. "I... I'm just passing by. I'll be leaving soon."

The butler glanced at him a few times and then went inside. He came to the living room and bowed slightly. "Madam, that boy from the Song family is here."

Shen Qing raised an eyebrow. "Don't let Chen Zhoumu see him. It seems Zhang Shu's son has some of her good qualities after finding this place. Don't worry about him. Let him wait as long as he wants."

Because of his knee injury yesterday, Shen Qing had arranged for Chen Zhoumu to stay a few days longer. The weather had suddenly turned cold today, and he wondered how Song Shi was doing.

He sighed and then buried himself in the covers to sleep. He didn't have a cell phone or any other electronic devices to contact anyone. It wasn't

until late at night that his throat became unbearably dry, and Chen Zhoumu squinted as he went to drink some water.

The night in Beijing was different from that in Xia City; it was still brightly lit. Chen Zhoumu stood by the window for a while, and just as he was about to leave, he saw a figure standing at the door.

The man had some snow on his shoulders, but he remained standing motionless. He raised his hand to check his watch.

It was already two in the morning. Chen Zhoumu thought for a moment and turned back to the bedside. At this moment, the man moved and glanced behind him.

In just one glance, Chen Zhoumu recognized him.

His eyes widened slightly. Wasn't that Song Shi?!

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