The night fell, and the lights of all the houses were on.

Usually, at this time, Mu Yu had already gotten off work. She and Xi would be chatting with Grandpa in the living room, waiting for Qin Jinhuan to get off work and have dinner together as a family. But at this time, she was drooping her head and staggering in an unknown alley.

Her mood was so complicated that it was like a pot of hotchpotch. The word "bad" was simply inadequate to describe her current ...