Late at night.
The lights in the apartment were not turned on.
Ye Cheng sat on the sofa and emptied the last drop of wine from the glass into his mouth, his entire body enveloped in a heavy cloud of gloom.
The bodyguards in Tokyo had been searching for most of the day, and he had personally gone out to look, yet there was still no trace of Mo Qian.
A living, breathing person—it shouldn't be possible for someone to just vanish into thin air!
Where on earth had Mo Qian gone? If he had fallen into Yamamoto Yu's hands, that would be a disaster!
As Ye Cheng's frustration reached its peak, a sudden knock at the door broke the silence.
He had drunk quite a bit of wine and almost stumbled when he got up too hastily, barely managing to steady himself.
Ye Cheng thought it was Mo Qian coming back. Filled with excitement, he opened the door, but as soon as he saw the tall and graceful figure standing outside, the smile on his face vanished.
