บท 440: Qin Mo's Pillow

When Qin Mo heard that, the fingers which were about to hang up the phone paused.

Finally, he still didn't say anything, and only replied one sentence in an emotionless tone, "Not here."

Then he swiped on the screen and closed his eyes.

He was kind of low, for the other party didn't treat him as someone special.

As soon as he thought about this, he felt a huge gap crack up in his chest.

Inexplicable bitterness.

Qin Mo never felt anything like this in his whole life.

Perhaps he was bestowed with too much.

He felt like this when things didn't develop in the way he felt they should.

As he was thinking, Qin Mo looked at his phone's WeChat out of habit for some inexplicable reason unknown to him.

That reminded him of the days when he banned the youngster from all electronic devices, and how he looked like a withered little tiger.

Now checking WeChat seemed to be less fun without the youngster next to him.