Looking at the figure standing in front of the Chen Mansion, Chen Mo frowned slightly, "Sikong Zuiyue? Why are you here?"
Ever since leaving the Qingzhou Secret Realm, the two had gone their separate ways. He thought they wouldn't have any further interaction, yet unexpectedly, she sought him out so brazenly.
A distant voice came from the black fog: "I've got business with you, and this isn't the place to talk... After all we've been through, you won't even invite me in?"
Chen Mo squinted at her, pondering for a moment, then nodded: "Come with me."
He ascended the steps and entered, with Sikong Zuiyue trailing behind like a wisp.
It was already past 9 p.m., and the lights in the Chen Mansion were all off, enveloped in silence. The two walked along the gravel path through the courtyard, reaching the door of the East Wing.
Chen Mo opened the door and gestured: "Please."
