C169 A conspiracy

It was only until 9 o'clock at night that Qin Mo finally reached home.

With a gloomy face, he casually threw his coat on the sofa and sat in the living room on the first floor instead of going to the bedroom on the second floor.

"Silence? "You're back?" Ye Qianqian hurriedly ran out from upstairs.

"Yes."

He undid the collar of his shirt