The night sky in September is dark.

The lights were bright in Mo's mansion, coming in from the vestibule, and the street lights were on all the way, as if waiting for someone.

The housekeeper had known her for a long time, and as soon as he saw her coming, he said, "Miss Song, Mr. Song is in the study."

"Thank you." Song smiled politely at him in July, and she looked up at the stairs.

There's a strong feeling that he's just waiting up the stairs.

Waiting for her to come.

The door of the study was closed. Every time Song entered in July, she did not like to...