"Young master, you haven't slept yet." Kwon San's voice came cautiously from the other end of the phone.

Since he knew that Quan Jue had a serious wake-up anger, he wisely chose not to call Quan Jue at night or in the morning.

"Say it." Quan Jue sat on the bed and said lightly.

"That's right, Mr. found out about your return to Shangjing, and you didn't see Mr. when you went back to Shangjing, and he was very angry. Sir asked you to go back again tomorrow, he wants to see you. Kwon San said.

"Not available." Quan Jue said lightly, "I won't leave Baicheng in the near future." ”

"......"

"There's nothing else to do, let's get some rest early." After Quan Jue finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Quan San over there stared helplessly at his phone.

Dare not to take Mr. in his eyes like this, this little young master is really capricious.

But thinking of Quan Jue's means, Quan San felt again.

This young master is stronger than anyone in the Quan family, no wonder Mr. values him so much now, he is indeed a capricious capital.

At night in White City, it's actually similar to any other metropolis, with neon lights flickering.

In a small rental house in the southern district, there is no light in the room of less than 30 square meters, and all kinds of domestic garbage are littered on the ground.

Next to the cot was a computer desk, and the light from the computer screen barely brought light to the room, and the walls of the room were plastered with pictures.

The photos are all of the same girl in a white school uniform, some of the girls are walking with their friends, some of them are listening carefully during class, and some of them are sleeping on their desks......

Even the picture on the computer desk is from that girl.

The girl in the photo is wearing a milky white lamb wool sweatshirt, followed by a thin and tall teenager, isn't it Chi Jiao and Quan Jue.

There is a young girl sitting at the computer desk.

Her mediocre face was staring at Quan Jue in the photo with jealous eyes at this time.

"Stinky men, stinky men deserve to die!" The girl is holding a fruit knife in one hand and a cartoon doll in the other.

She kept poking the cartoon doll into the cartoon doll's body, and the light of the computer screen refracted to her face, reflecting the hideous smile on her lips.

- Angels cannot be defiled by those stinky men, she wants to kill all stinky men who approach angels.

Thinking so, the girl suddenly giggled.

Eerie laughter echoed in the quiet rental house, like ghosts.

******

The next day, the weekend.

Today is Xu Ye's birthday party, Chi Jiao wants to take a look at the Xu family, and maybe she will find some clues about Quan Jue's mother.

Chi Mingwei didn't return overnight and hasn't come back until now, so breakfast was eaten by Chi Jiao and Quan Jue.

Chi Jiao stirred the oat milk in the bowl with a delicate little spoon, and looked at Quan Jue opposite with big eyes without blinking.

When Quan Jue was eating, his movements were very elegant.

Some people are like this, without any training and tuning, he has a natural aristocratic elegance in his bones.

It looks pleasing to the eye.

"What do you want to say?" Quan Jue suddenly asked.

Chi Jiao's eyes widened in surprise: "Brother Quan, you tell the truth, do you know how to read minds?" ”

Quan Jue picked his lips, "It's your eyes that can't hide your thoughts." ”

Since he started to eat breakfast, the little squeamish bag often gave him a look of wanting to speak.