Finally, it was past midnight.
Yu Bao didn't come in again to ask if she wanted to go back, and she didn't say she wanted to return either.
This night was destined to be sleepless. The few people in the villa—Hua Xiaomo, Yu Bao, and Aunt Wang—had not fallen asleep.
"Child, I made some late-night snacks. Eat a bit," Aunt Wang said, bringing over a bowl.
"Thank you, Aunt Wang, but I can't eat," Hua Xiaomo forced a smile and curled up on the sofa again, losing track of time as she sat.
It wasn't until past two in the morning that the roar of a speeding vehicle suddenly echoed from a distance. The beautiful black Ferrari, like a black whirlwind, swept into the villa.
Yu Bao's eyes lit up—it was President Qi's car!
However, the person in the driver's seat wasn't President Qi himself, but a middle-aged man. Yu Bao recognized him. It was Qin Feng, Old Master Qi's close attendant, the Qi Family's butler, and Old Master Qi's most trusted confidant. They also called him Uncle Qin.
