C570 Worry

Staying on the bed for a while until dawn, Qian Sang Sang pricked up his ears as he heard the sound of the door opening. The person who entered the house tiptoed, but it wasn't Han Mo's footsteps. Although he couldn't see, he still remembered Han Mo's footsteps in his heart.

Because his eyes hadn't been working for the past few days, Qian Sang had long since memorized Han Mo's footsteps