C57 Substitute

Moh Jingyuan rushed home in a hurry. Usually, the lights in the villa were always on, bright and warm. But now, the huge villa was pitch black, making it seem especially empty and cold.

Standing in front of Su Qian's door, Moh Jingyuan raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door. He repeated it a few times, but in the end, he still put down his hand.

Moh Jingyuan was silent