Although it was only two simple words, they chilled the air like ice, spreading a cold dread.
Xiaozhao carefully helped Mo Baichuan into the back seat, barely daring to breathe, lest he inadvertently upset him again.
"Back to the Bo Mansion," Mo Baichuan instructed, his deep voice betraying no emotion.
"Yes," Xiaozhao responded shakily, then cautiously asked, "What about... Miss Zhou?"
It not that he wanted to intrude, but otherwise, he wouldn't know how to explain to the old lady when he got back!
Miss Zhou was at the cafe, waiting for Mo Baichuan's arrival...
What mess has this turned into!
Mo Baichuan lightly lifted his eyes, and the rear-view mirror reflected a chilling cold light.
Startled, Xiaozhao closed his mouth abruptly, not daring to utter another word!
Stepping on the accelerator, the car shot off like an arrow.
Mo Baichuan half-leaned on the back seat, his eyes half-closed. No one knew what he was thinking.