With his back pressed against the wall, his feet on the rafters moved step by step to the balcony of the Hu family. Then he broke the window and flew in.

This is a two-bedroom house, Chen Yadong stepped into a bedroom, the house is very clean, the quilt and desk are all neat. But there was no one, and no one came to see what was going on when he made such a big fuss.

Chen Yadong confirmed his conjecture even more, opened the door and walked out, turning a corner into the hall. Even though it was daytime, all the windows were closed, so the room was a little dark. It's just that Chen Yadong can still see clearly. There is a TV in the hall with a sofa opposite the TV. And on the couch, a man curled up like a frightened bunny.

Chen Yadong approached, judging from the clothes and bare feet, it was a girl. Her head was buried in her chest, and her face could not be seen clearly.

"Hu Xiaoqin!" Chen Yadong called.

didn't answer, and didn't even raise his head to look at Chen Yadong.

Chen Yadong walked to the sofa and gently shook her shoulders, but there was still no response. At this point, he couldn't care so much, and he touched her hand like a piece of ice. And Hu Xiaoqin's whole person has fainted for an unknown amount of time.