Mo Nanze returned home, not to find Lu Yinfeng anywhere. After a brief search, he suddenly saw a note on the coffee table.
[Little Uncle, thank you for taking care of me these past few days. I've moved in with a friend, goodbye!]
Below the text, there was also a cartoon of scissor hands drawn.
Sitting on the sofa, Mo Nanze was silent for a long time, with a sharp glint passing through the depths of his eyes.
Just as he was about to come to terms with the situation, the message alert on his phone rang.
It was from Mo Qianyan.
Mo Nanze opened the message with a sullen face, and two photos popped up on his phone screen, along with that line of text.
[Little Uncle, your wife sure is something!]
Mo Nanze's eyes were cold and stern as he stared fixedly at his phone screen, emitting an aura of menace.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking indignantly: Lu Yinfeng, why do you keep up your old ways, insisting on getting entangled with Mo Qianyan!