"Master, Chen Bo called and said... Miss Tao has left the villa."

Ali simply finished a sentence, holding his breath and waiting for the young master's response.

He was ready to let the young master roar out.

However, Mojun did not immediately let him go out at night, but silently for a while, then cold spit out two words, "go out."

Ali hurried out and closed the door, touched his chest and sighed, always feeling that if the days were longer, he would be short-lived.

Inside the door, the pen in Mojun's hands at night has never been put down, but it has never fallen down again.

He couldn't tell...