C221 Start Suspecting

* Mom's hair fell down like a waterfall, some fell on her shoulders, and that face was shockingly white.

Her eyes avoided looking inside and said, "Mr. Qin, I can't sleep, can I chat with you?"

Talk? Qin Mujue held the door handle and was a little unhappy. "Miss Su, I'm sorry. It's a little late, isn't it?"

She bit her lips. "I know it's very late, but I know my bed very well