Mo Xiuchen descended the stairs, finding only Qin Mu in the living room.
"Where are the two of them?"
Mo Xiuchen walked to the sofa and sat down beside Qin Mu, asking casually.
Qin Mu's gaze shifted away from the LCD screen, and after sizing up Mo Xiuchen for a few seconds, he answered faintly, "They went upstairs to sleep."
"Why haven't you slept?" Mo Xiuchen leaned forward, grabbing the water jug from afar to pour himself a cup of water. He drank it in one gulp and poured another.
"I was waiting for you."
There was a certainty in Qin Mu's calm words.
Mo Xiuchen's lips curled slightly, but he didn't speak.
"Just now, I had a chat with Ah Feng, and he said you know everything already." Qin Mu turned off the TV, turned around, and looked at Mo Xiuchen with a calm gaze.
The smile faded from Mo Xiuchen's lips, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and his handsome brows slightly furrowed. He leaned back into the sofa and then asked leisurely, "What did he tell you?"
