The laughter of a young girl echoed from upstairs, and Nan Mochen sat in the living room, deep in thought.
His stern face was half-bathed in light, the other half in shadow.
Just who had sneaked into the Luo Family and laced the drink with poison? Was that drink meant for him, or for Shen Qingyan?
"Young master of the Nan Family, it's getting late. Why don't you rest here for the night?" the butler suggested.
"No, I'll return to the seaside," Nan Mochen replied.
When he was a child, his parents had invested in property on Island City. Facing the sea, with spring blossoms all around.
"Then, I'll have the driver prepare the car."
Nan Mochen stood up, "Let Xinxin stay here."
"Yes."
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The rain had stopped, and the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its gentle light making the dark sky seem clearer.
Nan Mochen gazed at the moonlit scenery outside the car window, still pondering over the poisoned drink.
