It wasn't long before the waiter brought up what he had ordered, only to find that he had disappeared, leaving several hundred-yuan notes on the table.
He stood there with the plate in hand, looking at the money weighed down by a tissue box, his eyes expressing confusion.
This person was indeed strange.
He had ordered, spent money, but did not eat.
…
After returning home, Huo Jingting went into the study while Gu Nanqiao did the laundry.
After hanging the laundry on the balcony, she intended to return to the bedroom, but the moment she turned around, it was as if she sensed something and halted her steps. Then, she walked over to the window.
It was late, the streetlights below were dim, and there were few people around.
In the middle of the night, there shouldn't be anyone, right?
But that inexplicable feeling came over her again; she always felt as if someone was watching her from the shadows.
