He couldnât do anything. He couldnât find her. He didnât even know if she was alive or dead.
What should he do? Shi Xiaonian was waiting for him. He had to find her, she had to find ⌠But he couldnât see anything.
He got up from his seat and turned to walk in a certain direction.
Gong Ou pushed the door heavily.
In the huge room, Mo Nuo laid on the polygraph chair limply, her face was filled with grief and despair, the outline of her face was sunken, her face was pale and severely dehydrated, she did not have a single ounce of strength, and there was not a single trace of her Missâs brilliance left.
Her voice was hoarse.
âI donât want to listen to this nonsense!â Gong Ou glared at her, âI want you to say, tell me where Shi Xiaonian is!â
When he returned to the bedroom, the sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling window, and he stared at the grand piano. Not a single slender figure was sitting at the piano, playing âAlways Readâ with two fingers.
It was staccato, but pleasant.
Feng De sighed silently and turned to leave.
His thoughts were in a trance.
It was unknown if it was because the strings of his body had been stretched to the point where it had no elasticity or because it was numb. In a trance, Gong Ou closed his eyes and fell into a short sleep.
âGong Ou, you paranoia! Why havenât you come to me yet? What do you mean by âitâs goodâ? Youâve never been gentle to me before! â
An angry voice rang in his ear.
Gong Ouâs ear suddenly hurt, it was so painful that he woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the huge room, he touched his ear, it was hot to the point that it was about to burn.