Tan Huairong's aura of being in a position of authority faded away, and he clung to Song Yu, kissing and arching, wolf and dog. Song Yu let him go if he was defeated. The two of them argued for a while before going upstairs to go home.

Talk about the old house.

Tao Tao stayed alone in the room, looking at a text message on the screen over and over again.

The sender of that text message had no note, just a string of numbers. The number he used was different every time ...