As soon as Bai Moqing went out, the phone rang. He glanced at it and took it up. He put it in his ear and whispered, "Grandpa."

"Well," Bai Jingyan said in a dignified voice, "How was the matter handled? I asked you to tell me about the night, did you say that?

"I don't have it." White Moqing wiped her lips: "I have other plans for this matter."

"What else are you going to do? The servant of the night house is not a normal person. It's very difficult for us to get out of the responsibility when he dies in our house. If we don't tell the night...